Chapter 3966: Miscarriage, Do You Regret It? 3

She lowered her eyes as she spoke, immersed in her own world.

A child finally separated everything from them.

Qin Mo sat beside her, feeling very powerless, which was unprecedented.

He reached out and wanted to touch her, but he couldn't find a reason.

In the end, he could only withdraw his hand, and he couldn't even say sorry.

It was because he and she were upset that he lost the child...

He Huan was too sad and fell asleep later.

Qin Mo squatted beside her and reached out to gently stroke her eyebrows and eyes. It felt so delicate, but her eyelids were a little pink because she had cried.

He Huan rarely cried, but she cried for so long at this time, even in her dreams.

When she woke up, it was already evening.

When she woke up, her long eyelashes trembled, and a teardrop was stained on her. She seemed to wake up from a dream.

After waking up, she sat there and felt a pain in her lower abdomen after a while.

It was not very severe, but a dull pain, as uncomfortable as a thin needle piercing her heart.

She was in a trance for a while, and sat up. Qin Mo was coming in from outside, holding a lunch box that Aunt Lan had just sent from home. Aunt Lan wanted to see He Huan, but Qin Mo said to leave the hospital first for fear of causing sadness for both of them.

He Huan had to stay in the hospital for a week, so he stayed with her. In fact, she only needed to stay for three days, but he was worried, so he put down all his work and stayed with He Huan.

At this time, he watched her sitting by the bed, sitting alone quietly, and tears fell one by one, silently, but it made people feel very distressed.

Qin Mo watched quietly, walked over to put down the things, and then gently hugged her: "Cry if you want to, um, I'm here."

He Huan's face rested on his shoulder. She wanted to struggle, but he pressed her head to stop her from moving, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Don't you want me to hold you?"

She couldn't struggle, and finally fell weakly on his shoulder.

He Huan cried, crying a little sadly. That kind of pain is hard to bear and forget, and it came at such a terrible time...

In the end, she cried as if she fell asleep, but in fact she was weak and powerless.

He Huan has always been in good health since she was a child, but this time it was obvious that she was seriously injured.

Although she was powerless, she still pushed Qin Mo away and leaned against the head of the bed: "I don't need you to take care of me."

Qin Mo stood by the bed with a hurt expression, "Don't you need me, or don't love me anymore. He Huan, tell me?"

He Huan was still very weak. She leaned against the head of the bed and smiled lightly: "On the day I had the accident, you gave Rong Yue's copyright to Su Yiliu. You were going to announce your engagement, right? Qin Mo, my miscarriage really can't change anything. You can still please others and announce it. I should thank you for not questioning me who the child belongs to."

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed——

The news of that day still spread.

Qin Mo's voice was heavy: "It's just a propaganda trick."

"I don't want to listen to Qin Mo. This has nothing to do with me. No matter what, it's really not the right time for this child." Her face tilted to the other side, and she smiled bitterly: "Qin Mo, go back. I don't need you to take care of me."

He looked at her and felt her alienation and determination.

He stood up, looked at her quietly, and slowly said: "Will you eat well when I'm not around?"

He Huan didn't say anything. He still looked at her quietly, with a touch of pain in his eyes.