After Yang Ming and the senior doctor left, Xiaoxiao felt more and more that the old doctor hadn't told the truth, so she quickly followed them, only to overhear a fact she was unwilling to believe.
She was actually infertile. How old was she? Would she really never be able to have her own children in this lifetime?
She hadn't expected retribution to come so swiftly. Was this the price she had to pay for abandoning her family to come here?
Her lips curved into a cold smile, but tears kept flowing uncontrollably. Her heart had sunk to the bottom. Just thinking that she couldn't have children made her feel so apologetic, so sorry for Yang Ming. Could he bear living a childless life forever?
Even she, with her modern ways of thinking, couldn't accept it, let alone him.
Soulless, she turned around and returned to her boudoir.
"Wife!"
Seeing his bride's tearstained face and her soulless eyes, Yang Ming felt unbearably pained and hurried after her.
