"Let me cook for you, okay?" Li Xingle suddenly asked.
She didn't respond; she probably couldn't eat anything.
Li Xingle pulled her toward the kitchen, not really wanting her to be in such a smoky place, but he couldn't bear to let her out of his sight.
Thus, Li Buyan sat in the corner of the kitchen while Li Xingle busily prepared noodles for her.
Noodles were the quickest to make; her stomach kept growling, she must be starving.
Li Buyan glanced at him a few times, then lowered her head.
She placed both hands on her lower abdomen, tears unknowingly filled her eyes and fell onto the back of her hands.
Today, she had just found out that she might not be able to conceive again.
Previously abroad, the doctor had asked if she wanted to keep it, but she didn't want to listen, she just wanted to have an abortion.
She knew that child couldn't come into this world.
She killed her own child with her own hands!
She was unfit to be a mother.
