Xu Ji's gaze became slightly fixed.
He stood still at the spot, stiff for a moment.
For an instant, he wanted to tell He Zhiyao the truth about how the child was lost.
But when his eyes fell on Qin Shuang's pale face, still not awake,
he thought it would be too cruel.
Qin Shuang never wanted to be by He Zhiyao's side in the first place.
Fate can sometimes be so unfair, very unfair to Qin Shuang.
She had the right to choose whether to keep the child or not.
It wasn't her fault.
None of these people had the right to demand anything from her.
If He Zhiyao hadn't stumbled upon Qin Shuang covered in blood and hadn't been triggered into illness, if he still had his rationality, Xu Ji could have told him what happened and explained it to him slowly. But now, in He Zhiyao's current state, bringing Qin Shuang into this again would make it even harder for him to accept.
Xu Ji glanced out the window; it had already grown dark.