She immersed herself in her own world, completely isolating herself from the outside.
The sudden loss of her child dealt a tremendous blow to her.
Not only that, Luo Zifeng's continuous absence probably hit her even harder.
But Ye Anqi didn't believe Luo Zifeng was that kind of person.
Even if he no longer loved Ye Rumeng, he wouldn't neglect her so completely.
...
The floor-to-ceiling curtains were wide open—
The warm sunlight streamed in, the air felt warm.
On the bedside table sat a vase.
Inside it, a bunch of baby's breath with its green stems and little white flowers scattered throughout, like snowflakes.
Ye Rumeng leaned against the headboard, her expression wooden.
When Ye Anqi fed her a mouthful of food, she would open her mouth and eat, yet her gaze remained hollow.
Once a bowl of rice was finished, Ye Anqi stopped feeding her.
She put down the bowl, took a tissue to wipe her mouth, and suddenly said, "I think something must have happened to Luo Zifeng."
