She bowed her head, clutching her stomach, her heart torn asunder. He's dead, and if she can't even keep his child, how could she face him.
"You're right, if I continue like this, the child definitely won't survive, I will pull myself together, strive to live on, eat properly, and even if I can't eat, I must eat, bring me the milk!"
A tear fell, landing on Third Young Master Jun's hand, scalding him as he quickly withdrew it.
He gazed at her sad yet resilient face, with eyes teary but filled with unyielding strength, feeling both relieved and heartbroken, and he longed to kiss away her tears.
He knew that she has always been the strongest; as long as the child is there, she could always gather herself.
