In the hospital ward, due to significant blood loss, Jiang Yi awoke exceptionally weak.
The incandescent light overhead was dazzling, yet she hardly had the strength to lift her arm.
She glanced slightly towards the side of the hospital bed.
She found that Zhao Li was sitting by the bed all alone.
Zhao Li's complexion was poor, his head bowed as if lost in thought.
Even when Jiang Yi regained consciousness, he didn't notice.
Jiang Yi coughed softly, and only then did Zhao Li look up.
From his disappointed expression, Jiang Yi seemed to have already seen the answer.
She weakly asked, "Is the child gone?"
Zhao Li's response was slow as he nodded, "Gone, the doctor said the fetus had stopped developing a while ago, it's a natural miscarriage."
Jiang Yi had anticipated such an outcome.
After all, the doctors had declared in previous years that given her physical condition, it was almost impossible for her to get pregnant again, and even if she did, she was likely to lose it.
