Wen Wan turned around and entered the room, Lin Xiaoyue was still awake.
Ever since she watched that child leave her body in the wake of a miscarriage, she hasn't felt sleepy at all.
Seeing Wen Wan come in, Lin Xiaoyue asked, "Did Mr. Song leave?"
Wen Wan raised an eyebrow, "How do you know he left and not stayed overnight at your home?"
"If he were willing to stay, he wouldn't be the Song Wei I know."
Lin Xiaoyue gestured with her eyes for Wen Wan to sit as she spoke.
Wen Wan, who stayed specifically to accompany Lin Xiaoyue, didn't refuse. She moved the chair a bit closer, sat by the bedside to talk to her, "Does it still hurt?"
"What can you do about the pain? You just have to endure it."
Wen Wan noticed the melancholy in her eyes, "The servants say you've been awake since the child was delivered and haven't slept; aren't you tired?"
