Too Late
Editor: Atlas Studios
She was the one who pushed An Jichuan away. Who else could be blamed?
She thought of An Xianming and asked him silently.
Little Uncle, if I fall in love with Ji Chuan, will you blame me?
I'm sorry. I really can't control my heart. I'm not a good wife. I can't even control my own heart.
I fell in love with him, but it was too late. It was all too late.
After leaving the bathroom, Xue Yating walked back to the backstage dejectedly, but she fainted at the door.
"Ms. Xue has fainted! Call the ambulance!"
The staff noticed her and quickly called her. When the ambulance arrived, they immediately sent her to the hospital.
At the hospital.
When Xue Yating woke up again, it was already the next morning. Her father and the three children were all in the ward.
"Tingting, you're finally awake. Do you feel better?"
"Mommy! Mommy…"
The children were also very worried.
"I'm fine. I made you guys worry."