Yun Qing was full of regret.
Looking at the pitiful figure of Yun Yiqun all covered in tears, he only then realized how repulsive she was, so reprehensible that he immediately averted his eyes, unwilling to cast another glance at her.
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The next day.
Yun Qing stood outside the sterile ward of Yun Mengxuan, looking at his daughter he had pampered for many years through the glass window.
Although he didn't step into the room, he still wore a sterile suit and stood for a long time.
When Director Liu called him, he said he was outside his daughter's ward, but he didn't tell others that this child was no longer his.
"Mr. Yun," Director Liu stopped before him, looking quite downcast, "The bone marrow match report for Yun Mo and your beloved has come out."
"They are not a match." Yun Qing's voice was cold, "Am I right?"
"How did you know?"
"…" Yun Qing frowned, his face full of unspoken pain.
Director Liu didn't know the layered meaning behind his pain.