In that instant, she realized how terribly wrong she had been!
The baby was about to be born, what kind of heartless father could he be!
She thought the child could be born safely, and she could live quietly with the child by herself, but in the end, the child was gone—
The fetal heart monitoring before birth had been normal, the child was still gently squirming in her belly like a little snake, his little hands and feet playing games with her through the swelling of her stomach. How could it be gone just like that?
When she thought of the child she had lost, she closed her eyes, feeling a stabbing pain in her heart.
After a while, Che Huan got out of bed, quickly left the guest room, walked downstairs, opened the door, and approached Gu Jizhou, who was sitting there smoking.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Gu Jizhou stopped his smoking and turned to look at Che Huan.