"Can you find Ye Che for me... He's ignoring me, he doesn't want to see me... Xu Zhiye, he doesn't believe me... Why doesn't he believe me... How can he not believe in me..."
"The baby wasn't aborted by me... Not by me! But he won't listen to my explanation, mom doesn't want me anymore... What have I done wrong... Why don't they want me anymore..."
The more Xia Weiyi thought about Ye Che driving her out of the sickroom, collapsing from anger, the more unjust she felt, tears falling incessantly. In her sobbing, there was lamentation and despair.
Hearing such a heart-wrenching voice, Ye Che didn't dare to take another step forward. He turned around and leaned against the wall. Xia Weiyi's crying gradually faded, but those slight sobs and choked breaths weighed his heart down more heavily with each sound.
