"Is saying sorry useful?" the more the girl thought about it, the sadder she became. "Before I left home, my mother warned me again and again not to mess around before marriage. If I really got pregnant before marriage, and the baby's father is also married, she would definitely kill me! Wah..."
The girl couldn't stop crying, which left Ning Yichen feeling helpless.
All he could do was continuously pass her tissues, letting her vent her emotions thoroughly.
After a while, the girl finally calmed down, her voice choked as she said, "I... I can't be pregnant, you... you go buy medicine!"
"Okay, wait for me." Ning Yichen looked around and found his coat on the couch; he left his mobile phone with her, "Enter your own number into it, and I'll be right back."
After saying this, he left with his wallet.
The girl blankly took the mobile phone, her eyelashes still wet with tears, looking pitiful.
