President, go away!

"Why are you crying again?" asked Jiang Wenxuan, frowning slightly.

In fact, without her saying, he also knew that she should think of the lost child, so she would cry.

"Nothing, it's just that the wind and sand blew into his eyes. His eyes hurt very much, so he shed tears." Wei Jiaren lowered his head and choked in his voice.

Some pain, she only wants to bear, can only bear.

The man standing beside her, her brother-in-law, has nothing to do with her. She can no longer rely on or enjoy his kindness to her.

In fact, she was awakened by a nightmare.

In her dream, she saw a child covered in blood, climbed towards her, and even asked her loudly, mom, why don't you want me?

How can you stop me?

I am your baby, your favorite baby, why don't you protect me and let others hurt me!

She was about to say no, but the next moment, she saw the baby covered with blood and blood in her nose. It looked terrible.

That's why she woke up.

When she woke up, her face was soaked with tears.

It's her fault that the baby died. It's her fault that she didn't protect the baby. It's all her fault.

Jiang Wenxuan looked at Wei Jiaren now. He was very sad and tasteless.

How could he get better when he saw her crying all day?

"Jiaren, the child is gone. If you torture yourself like this, the child will never come back. If the child sees it, she will love you." Jiang Wenxuan sighed slightly, "maybe you and the child don't have this fate."

Wei Jiaren didn't speak. He just stood where he was, looked at the bright sunshine in the distance, and stared at something motionless.

I don't know if the sun is too dazzling. A tear runs across her cheek and flows through her sharp chin. Finally, it flows more and more, like a broken line bead, flowing silently.

She has been looking forward to this child for a long time. No one can understand how important this child is to her.

Even as soon as the child arrived, she was already naming her child and thinking about how to hurt her and love her.

But in a moment, just for a moment, the child was gone, and all the surprises and joy were empty.

How can she accept it?

How can I accept it?

"Jiaren, it's all right. Don't cry!" when Jiang Wenxuan saw her crying, he reached out and patted her on the back. "I'll always be by your side, Jiaren."

Wei Jiaren didn't hear him. He just reached out and took off his hand on his shoulder. "Wenxuan, I'm tired. Go out. I want to be alone."

"Can you really?" asked Jiang Wenxuan.

"I can, please go out." Wei Jiaren said faintly, but his tone was a little tough.

Jiang Wenxuan had no choice but to leave.

Wei Jiaren stood in front of the French window and looked at the sun. Somehow, he directly fell and sat on the floor. Then he hugged his legs with his arms, curled up into a ball, trembled uncontrollably, and tears had covered her cheeks.

She knows what kind of state she is in now. What's more, what should she do?

After all, as an obstetrician and gynecologist, she knows better than anyone that if she goes on like this, she will be useless.