Qi Wenwei personally brought a bowl of medicine soup and handed it to Zhao Sanya.
"Drink it."
His face was cold, but he was guilty and dared not look at Zhao Sanya.
"What is this?"
Zhao Sanya already had a premonition, but still wanted to hear it from Qi Wenwei himself.
"Abortion pill." Qi Wenwei placed the medicine bowl on the table: "Drink it quickly, the sooner you drink it, the sooner you can be at peace."
Zhao Sanya lay on the bed, her eyes fixated on Qi Wenwei: "Are you sure you want me to drink it? The child is already so many months old, if I drink it, I might die, two lives would be lost..."
"Drink it."
Qi Wenwei turned his head away.
Those two words numbed Zhao Sanya's heart with pain.
She took several deep breaths to steady her mind: "Husband, I... don't want to drink."
"Don't call me husband."
The two words that Qi Wenwei could least bear to hear now were these, hearing them made him feel sick. The more he once loved Zhao Sanya, the more disgusted he was now.
