Afang felt as if a huge boulder had sunk to the bottom of the lake in her heart. After that, everything he said buzzed past her ears; she couldn't clearly make out a single sentence, yet at the same time, every word was painfully clear.
The facts laid out before her were exactly what she had always dreaded in her heart—the worst possible scenario had happened.
Seeing that she kept her head lowered and didn't say a word, Chen Xiaoyi reached out and touched her head again: "It's okay, whatever it is, I'll carry it."
Could he really bear this? Afang's mouth was filled with bitterness.
She could endure not having a child—could he? Never mind whether he personally could accept it, just looking at how fixated his family was on Tongtong, it was obvious his family would never accept this outcome.
