"..."
Ning Yanan had never imagined that the truth of the matter was like this.
She was stunned for a long time before coming to her senses, "You're saying he never got married?"
"Yes, he didn't have time. On the day of the wedding, he ran off, leaving everyone behind," Qin Youxuan sat next to Ning Yanan, taking her hand. "Yaya, he is sincere about you. Why not try harder? After all, you two had a child together."
"..."
The light in Ning Yanan's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze fell on her own stomach. "The child is no more. I didn't even have the chance to know of his existence."
"There will be others in the future," Qin Youxuan clutched her hand tightly, stood up from the chair, and sat beside the bed, close together.