The nurse didn't try to forcefully pull away, but instead let out a soft sigh and spoke in a low voice, "Miss Ling, your child... couldn't be saved. Please, accept my condolences."
Couldn't be saved... the child... gone, gone...
Ling Chuxia's hand, which had been gripping the nurse's, loosened feebly and fell heavily back onto the blanket. Her eyes were wide open, yet the light within them extinguished in an instant, leaving a deathly stillness.
The nurse looked at her, opened her mouth to say something but realized that at this moment, any words would be so pale and powerless. She sighed again, tidied up the things in her hand, and then turned and left the room.
Ling Chuxia's hand, trembling, moved to her belly. Her child, who had clearly been there for such a long time, how could it just be gone?
This child, initially regarded by her merely as a tool, not anticipated, had been living so stubbornly. How could it just be gone?
