Feng Yueming felt as if a knife had pierced his heart, causing him excruciating pain. Her health was poor, and if she lost this child, it would be very difficult for her to conceive again. This tragedy was because of him.
If only he hadn't abused her in the past, none of this would have happened.
But at the time, he just didn't understand, didn't know how to love her properly.
He thought by forcibly keeping her by his side, eventually she would become fine.
"It's all my fault, Yaoyao, I'm sorry..." His lips gently grazed her forehead, caressing softly, but the myriad of words he had, choked him up, making any explanation seem pale and weak.
To deprive a woman of the right to be a mother, how cruel that was.
Mi Yao smiled and shook her head, reaching out her small hand to touch his handsome face, "It's okay, Feng Yueming. I forgive you."
She had forgiven him.
Feng Yueming looked at her, visibly moved.
