Yang Mogui, who had been at an impasse, also walked out of the room. However, as she brushed past him, she glanced at Zhao Zihuan. His glasses, with their gold wire frames, reflected a glint of light. She didn't know this man, yet she had the nagging feeling that he resembled someone from her past, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time. But she couldn't quite remember who that person was.
After passing by him, Yang Mogui hurried to catch up with her son, Qin Zhiyou. She didn't bother wasting more words on him. Before leaving, she turned back to look at Lu Weixi, then, without another word, turned her head and walked out of the hospital room.
Once she left, her footsteps, which had been firm, faltered. She was aware that she had to maintain appearances outside, and it wasn't until she got in the car with her son that she finally couldn't help but ask, "So, you're really planning to give up on the child?"