The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Xia Weiyi knew that Ye Che was still angry but didn't make a fuss about it, quietly sitting by his side to keep him company.
In the last few days, Ye Che had lost a lot of weight. His face noticeably sunken in, and a mess of stubble had sprouted on his chin. Seeing his expression seem to be in pain also deeply hurt her, spreading through the softest part of her heart.
He loved this child so much, wanted this child so much. If she had known she'd endure this, she definitely wouldn't have hidden her pregnancy from Ye Che.
It wasn't long before the young nurse came running in with medication, prepared several pills, poured a glass of water, and approached Ye Che.
Xia Weiyi hurriedly took it over, stood up herself, and said in a gentle voice to Ye Che who was still sulking in bed, "Ye Che, let's take our medicine now, okay?"
"I won't take it—get out—get out of here! Who let you in, did I say I wanted to take any medicine?"
