Xia Yunchen looked down at Qin Ruan standing downstairs with her swollen belly, who had just hung up the phone and was smiling while talking to Huo Zhi. A thin, pale face with tears like pear blossoms emerged in his mind, the young girl sobbingly said to him, "Brother, I regret it, I regret it..."
Since childhood, his sister, who was spoiled and willful, adored both heaven and earth, now looked full of sadness, her face showing a pain as if her soul had been torn apart, making him feel both heartache and self-blame.
His sister had committed such errors all because of him.
He was the one truly to blame.
If it were not for him, how could his little sister have ventured into Feidu City, let alone have encountered the love and death tribulations?
Xia Yunchen withdrew his gaze and looked at the man standing next to him, his tight lips slightly parted, "Aruan seems quite relaxed."
Huo Yunjiao laughed lightly, "She is doing very well."
