Sang Yan could only suppress the urge to vomit as she helped him wipe his clothes.
As she wiped, she cried.
Tears fell as if they cost nothing.
Soon, her eyes were red and swollen, like a hurt little rabbit.
Miserably pitiful.
Qi Wuya watched her with irritation, "Why are you crying? You've vomited on Us twice, have We done anything to you?"
Sang Yan choked up, responding weakly, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to..."
Qi Wuya: "..."
Her apology made it seem as if he were the one at fault.
He felt his heart soften.
He stopped her wiping motion, taking hold of her hand, and said softly, "Sang Yan, We've not been unkind to you, be good to Us."
There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in his tone, the kind that comes with unrequited love.
Sang Yan nodded in compliance, gently replying, "Okay."
As soon as she spoke, the nausea returned.
It was as if the child was silently protesting.
Qi Wuya's face darkened once more.
He would never keep this child!
