Wu Tong was slim and tall. Almost four months pregnant, her belly showed no signs yet, but when she woke up in the hospital, she clearly knew that she had lost the child.
It was the middle of the night, and only a dim bedside lamp was on in the hospital room. Jiang Yun quietly sat in the chair beside her, arms crossed over his chest, his head drooping slightly from drowsiness.
Wu Tong's vision, initially blurry, gradually cleared up, and the lump in her chest became more intense. This was followed by rapid breathing, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.
It wasn't loud, but Jiang Yun was a light sleeper and suddenly opened his eyes.
Wu Tong didn't want to argue with him, "The child is gone, let's get a divorce."
She didn't want to discuss anything with him now, her heart was cold and could never be warmed again. She just wanted to divorce Jiang Yun as soon as possible and live a peaceful life; she would never again exhaust herself chasing a man who didn't love her.
