Chu's father gasped suddenly, his body jolted upwards, and the very next second, like a deflated ball, he crashed heavily onto the bed.
Chu's mother sobbed in a low voice, but no one could utter a word of blame against Chu Xi.
While wiping her tears, Chu's mother kept murmuring softly, "It's retribution, all retribution... it was due, it should be..."
Chu Xi felt a pang in his nose and, pulling Zhou Yiran with him, walked out.
After leaving the hospital room, Zhou Yiran finally came back to her senses and glanced at Chu Xi's expression, asking softly, "Husband... do you really not plan to have children?"
Chu Xi nodded firmly, without any hesitation, "No, whether it's a boy or a girl, just being born into a family like ours is unfair in itself. I asked dad to bring my third sister back home, just to protect my elder and second sisters, not to drag them down further, not because I wanted a child."
He said, his voice choking up.