Dr. Chen saw the situation and didn't say much, just greeted and went back to his clinic.
Bao Yancheng walked out of the First Hospital silently, his mind a tangled mess.
He sat in the car in silence and after a long while, he finally spoke.
"When did this happen?"
Wen Wanzhi lowered her eyes to fasten her seatbelt, leaned back into the seat, and spoke softly, "Does it matter? It's all in the past."
Bao Yancheng was unusually persistent, turning his head stubbornly to look at the woman beside him, who appeared calm and breezy; his low voice trembled slightly.
"Doesn't it matter? That was our child, wasn't it?"
Wen Wanzhi's expression became serious, her throat choked.
Yes, that was their first child.
It had not even had a chance to see the world before it died in the womb.
Wen Wanzhi could hear the collapse in Bao Yancheng's heart and softened a little, responding quietly.
"…Yes, that was our child. Let it go, it's all over now."