Ye Qichi could fully imagine.
How painful it must have been for Xie Ruotong when she suffered a miscarriage.
The immense physical pain she bore.
And how excruciating it must have been to give up her own flesh and blood.
"The child…" Xie Ruotong looked at Ye Qichi.
"Naturally, it's gone," Ye Qichi replied.
Xie Ruotong slightly pursed her lips.
It seemed, that she was also resigned.
To completely let go of everything from the past.
Now, she harbored only hatred.
"Moreover…" Ye Qichi hesitated to speak.
Xie Ruotong looked at her.
Ye Qichi did not want to tell Xie Ruotong, especially when she was this weak.
But she felt there was no need to hide it.
Xie Ruotong had more endurance than she had expected.
She said, "In the future, it might not be easy for you to conceive again."
The severe bleeding had ultimately affected her uterus greatly.
Medical resources were scarce in ancient times.
There was no way to treat her fully.
Xie Ruotong, however, suddenly smiled.
