She called out several times, but Ye Rumeng gave no response.
Ye Anqi checked her breathing and found it slightly weak, but otherwise normal.
"Ye Rumeng, wake up, what on earth is going on?"
"..."
"I know you can't hear me talking, tell me, what exactly happened?"
"..." Ye Rumeng still did not respond.
She seemed as if she were dead, motionless; had it not been for her breathing, there would be no distinguishing her from a corpse.
Seeing her like this weighed heavily on Ye Anqi's heart.
What on earth had happened?
Why had Ye Rumeng's child been lost?
The child was over seven months along, nearly due for birth, how could it suddenly be gone?
Ye Anqi reached out to feel her forehead, the temperature was so low, the skin ice-cold.
Her blanket wasn't thin; how could her body be so cold?
Moreover, her complexion was indeed poor, she looked extremely weak.
Ye Anqi got up and walked out, she went downstairs and summoned a servant.
