Su Xing and Taoming Ye have always wanted to have a child, whether boy or girl, it doesn't matter.
Seeing Su Xing so downcast, Taoming Ye took her hand, shouldering all the responsibility, and gently said, "It's not your fault, it must be my problem."
Su Xing immediately replied, "When you say that, it hurts me more than not being able to conceive."
Taoming Ye sighed softly and gently stroked her face before slowly saying, "When you feel like this, it hurts me even more."
Su Xing immediately laughed, "Then I won't feel bad, and you shouldn't either."
Taoming Ye looked at her with indescribable tenderness and softly replied, "Hmm." He knew deep down she was still hurting, and so was he, but he agreed anyway.
Then, both of them tacitly decided not to talk about this distressing topic anymore and instead chatted about other things.
...
In the evening, Mrs. Cao sent over a bowl of medicine.
It was delivered by Manhe, the senior maidservant beside Mrs. Cao.
