Nan Sichen arrived at the door, looking travel-worn and carrying an air of coolness about him, his black trench coat lending him an even deeper solemnity.
Qin Yin stared at him blankly, then suddenly rose from the bed, barefooted she leaped down and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice tinged with sobs as she said, "Nan Sichen, Nan Sichen, why did you turn off your phone? I'm so sad, I'm so sad, we don't have a child anymore..."
Nan Sichen stood still, letting Qin Yin clutch him. He really didn't want to lose his temper, for he considered her physical state and feared she couldn't bear it. He didn't want to ask anything, he wanted to wait until she was better to talk.
But upon hearing her finish that sentence, he couldn't hold back any longer. He used all his strength to push Qin Yin away, looking at her with an icy gaze and almost gnashing his teeth, he said, "The child, is gone."