"Brother, are you okay?"
Qin Wan'er was full of worry.
Qin Yi's expression gradually returned to normal, no sadness, no sorrow, no expression at all.
"Don't worry! I'm fine, you all go out first."
Yan Yutong said, "Miss Lin, Wan'er, let's go out first. Let Mr. Qin have a moment alone to calm down."
Qin Yi was very calm now, especially calm, calmer than ever.
Just now, he had finally understood what it meant to be in unbearable pain, heart-wrenching, as if his entire being was torn apart, a kind of pain he would never forget for the rest of his life.
That unborn child, who didn't even get a glimpse of the world, his child, Qin Yi's child, was gone just like that.
He knew that now wasn't the time for him to be sad; Xia Yanbing was sadder than him, the blood on the sheets was so glaring.
Qin Yi temporarily suppressed all the emotions in his heart.
For the tragedy that befell this child, he, Qin Yi, had to take full responsibility.
