Looking back, this time at the woman beside Lan Liehuo.
The woman wasn't very striking, but appeared quite gentle, with softness in her brows.
The girl's gaze was always fixed on the man next to her, as if he was her everything.
Gu Qingxin felt a complex mix of emotions and stood up, intending to leave.
From behind came Long Xuxu's voice, "Miss Gu, congratulations, you lost the baby."
Long Xuxu couldn't have been happier; when she learned Gu Qingxin had a miscarriage, she was ecstatic, couldn't believe it finally happened to her.
"Losing a baby is nothing; losing a uterus is tragic," Gu Qingxin replied lazily.
Those words struck Long Xuxu right where it hurt. She didn't want a child, but she did want her uterus, she still wanted to have children someday.
Now that her uterus was gone, she had lost the power to be a woman.
