Xia Linan felt so disappointed that she couldn't even imagine what would happen if Ye Ruohuan woke up tomorrow and found out that her child was gone.

Fu Yiming heard Xia Lin'an sobbing and telling her what happened today in a halting manner. He felt equally uncomfortable, but he was unable to be with her at this moment to give her comfort and strength.

Tragedy and accidents finally happened, and it seemed that even Fu Yijian's hasty return could not have avoided it.

The snow fell slowly, covering the roofs and hiding the roads. The snowflakes flying in the sky made the sky and the earth melt into one white whole.

At this moment, the nights in Paris and City B are equally silent.

Xia Lin'an listened to the sound of snowflakes hitting the window outside and gradually fell asleep.

There was a shallow breathing sound coming from the phone, and Fu Yiming fell into deep thought.

Everyone’s life is not easy, and maintaining a happy love is even more difficult.

Fu Yiming understood from the experience of his brother and Ye Ruohuan that happiness requires two people to carry it together.

The only sound in the quiet ward was the heater. Fu Yijian held Ye Ruohuan's hands with a gloomy look on his face.

Two red ropes were entwined on their clasped hands, and the concentric beads reflected the light, glowing slightly in the darkness, but it hurt Fu Yijian's eyes.

The doctor said that Ye Ruohuan would wake up tomorrow morning, but Fu Yijian didn't want her to wake up so soon. He was afraid that Ye Ruohuan would not be able to accept it after waking up.

The assistant pushed the door open and interrupted the silence in the room, whispering, "President."

Fu Yijian opened his eyes, and in the darkness, his eagle eyes stared at the person at the door.

The assistant noticed it and immediately lowered his head and left the room.

After a while, Fu Yijian stood up and walked out of the ward with his long legs.

The assistant whispered behind Fu Yijian and reported the results of today's investigation: "President, the staircase where Miss Ye had the accident was originally equipped with video surveillance, but when our people went to check, they found that the surveillance had been destroyed and no video data could be found."

Fu Yijian had a stern look on his face, and listened quietly to the assistant's words: "In addition, according to the report from the staff of MI Studio, the person who appeared at the scene of the incident today was Miss Lucia, and she was standing under the stairs at the time."

"The last person who had contact with Miss Ye was her colleague Huo Zixi. We have investigated and found that she had a good relationship with Miss Ye. When Miss Ye had an accident, she was the first one to call the police and send her to the hospital."

The assistant listed all the suspects, and it depended on Fu Yijian's judgment.

After a long time, Fu Yijian slowly spoke: "Why did Lucia appear in the MI studio? Who did she come into contact with? Give me an explanation."

"This..." The assistant's scalp tingled. He had never thought about this question.

"Give me a list of everyone who has left the studio between 10am and 12am."

"Yes." The assistant said seriously.

"Where is the aborted fetus now?" Fu Yijian suddenly asked.

The assistant responded and said in a serious tone, "It's kept in the hospital's freezer."

The assistant didn't dare to handle the matter rashly and had to wait for Fu Yijian to speak.

Fu Yijian was silent for a long time, then said, "Go to the west of the city and find a good cemetery to bury him. Ask a mage to perform a ritual and pray."

Assistant: “Yes, I’ll do it right away.”

What shouldn't have happened eventually happened, and Fu Yijian couldn't change the outcome. What he had to do now was to prevent Ye Ruohuan from having emotional fluctuations when she woke up the next day.

Fu Yijian returned to the ward. Ye Ruhuan was still sleeping soundly. A few snowflakes were stuck to the window. The night was so dark that Fu Yijian felt like he couldn't breathe.

Ye Ruohuan had a very long dream. When she woke up slowly, she saw everything around her was white and the pungent smell of medicine filled her nostrils.

She moved her hands and feet slowly, and suddenly remembered something. Her eyelashes trembled violently, and she reached out to touch her belly in horror. Her belly was not obviously pregnant, but she could feel that a little life had left her, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ye Ruohuan's movement startled Fu Yijian, who held Ye Ruohuan's hand and asked in a low voice, "Huanhuan, are you awake?"

Ye Ruohuan looked over in the direction of the voice, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. She held his hand tightly, opened her mouth, and asked very sadly: "Fu Yijian, is my child..."

Fu Yijian's eyes dimmed, and he whispered, "Huanhuan, don't be sad, we will have a second one, and a third one in the future."

Fu Yijian indirectly acknowledged that Ye Ruhuan's child was gone.

Ye Ruohuan widened her eyes in disbelief, and struggled to get up from the bed, crying, and asked, "How is it possible... Fu Yijian, you lied to me, didn't you? Isn't it?"

Fu Yijian remained silent, but his fluctuating eyes could not deceive Ye Ruohuan at all.

When Ye Ruohuan realized this, she couldn't help crying: "How could it be... I was fine yesterday... How could God do this to me..."

Ye Ruohuan leaned on Fu Yijian's chest, unable to control her emotions, crying heart-wrenchingly. Each cry was like a sharp sword, piercing into Fu Yijian's heart and causing dull pain.

Fu Yijian's eyes were red. He took a deep breath and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood. He whispered to her in comfort, "Huanhuan, you haven't recovered yet. Don't get too excited."

Ye Ruohuan was immersed in her own sad world and could not listen to Fu Yijian's advice at all.

In the end, Ye Ruohuan's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she was extremely tired. Fu Yijian had no choice but to ask the doctor to inject her with a sedative.

Ye Ruohuan finally fell asleep, and the huge ward became quiet.

Fu Yijian sat beside the bed, stroking Ye Ruohuan's pale face with her fingertips. Her heart ached terribly, but she was unable to distract herself from her sadness.

In the afternoon, Xia Linan came over and saw Fu Yijian sitting by the bed with a tired look in his eyes, taking care of Ye Ruohuan. He had stubble on his chin, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Xia Lin'an moved his body and said, "Why don't you go and rest for a while, and I'll look after Huanhuan?"

"No need." Fu Yijian stared at Ye Ruohuan without blinking and refused without thinking.

Xia Linan couldn't persuade Fu Yijian at all, and finally left helplessly.

When I walked out of the ward, I found a white figure standing at the door. He was wearing sunglasses and had exquisite makeup on his face, and he was peeking into the ward furtively.

Xia Linan was startled and asked in confusion, "Who are you looking for?"

The woman pretended to be calm and said, "Sorry, I got the wrong person." Then she walked away quickly in her high heels.

Xia Lin'an stared at her back suspiciously. She had no memory of having seen this person before, but she always felt that there was something strange about her.