Xu Zhiye reached out his hand to hold her, to comfort her, but the very instant his fingertips grazed her shoulder, Xia Weiyi suddenly reacted as though provoked, lifting her hand to slap his palm away.
In her eyes as she stared at him wasn't the delicate frailty of before; other than the sorrow, there was an intense hatred about to burst forth.
This shocked Xu Zhiye so much that his arms trembled and he found himself caught between advancing and retreating, completely at a loss.
Xu Zhiye's lips moved, he wanted to say something, but then saw Xia Weiyi suddenly stand up from the bed, reach out, and fiercely slapped his face.
Xu Zhiye's face turned slightly, and before he could react, a second slap followed, striking his other cheek.
"Xu Zhiye, I'll kill you, you drugged me, caused me to lose my child, it was you! Definitely you!"