"I understand, I'm sorry, mother, for causing you distress. I will be careful in the future and will ask her to drink the contraception soup. I am going to tell her now and will refrain from entering her room." Chen Qian felt somewhat remorsefully for the frail Wan Qing, intending to pacify her.
"That's good. She hasn't lost the child yet, go and check on her. After she leaves the confinement period, then you can be intimate with her. Understood?" Chen Qian's mother repeatedly cautioned her son, fearing that he would suffer misfortune.
Chen Qian nodded his understanding and, without further chat with his mother, hurried off to comfort Wan Qing before she miscarries, in order to ease his own conscience.
"Wan Qing, Wan Qing, are you still in pain?" Chen Qian entered the room and saw Wan Qing lying stiffly on the bed, her eyes lifeless. Seeing this stirred a pang of heartache in Chen Qian. He sat down by Wan Qing's bed, holding her hand gently, asking with a trace of guilt.