The doctor said that she was pregnant for the first time, and she had a miscarriage due to external force, and her uterus was seriously damaged.

After she wakes up, a comprehensive examination will be carried out to prevent sequelae.

Luo Anning stared blankly at the ceiling, tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

Mr. Rong sighed, left a sentence and walked out: "Take good care of An Ning girl."

Jiang Peihua is also a mother, so she can naturally understand how painful it is to lose a child, so when Xu Zhiyuan repeatedly came to urge Rong Yan to return to the company to deal with the affairs that had accumulated for three days, she drove Rong Yan away .

Jiang Peihua softened his voice, held An Ning's hand with one hand, and slowly enlightened her.

Just like the mother of thousands, she looked at her with the softest voice and the warmest and kindest eyes, comforting her wounded heart.

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On the first day Luo Anning woke up, she didn't say anything except asking her if she was pregnant with a child.

In the next few days, she didn't speak again.

Rong Yan knew that she was suffering, so why not himself.

During the day, Jiang Peihua took care of her while handling official business in the company. At night, he simply slept in another bed in the ward and stayed with her all night.

No matter how he coaxes her, racking his brains to make her happy, it's fine for her to say a word.

But she didn't. Apart from staring blankly at a certain point, she just stared at a certain place with dead eyes.

"Young Master Rong, this is the soup and food that Madam specially made for Young Mistress. You and Young Mistress should eat together." Xu Zhiyuan walked in from the outside, holding a few thermos boxes in his hand, which were full of food.

Rong Yan wiped Luo Anning's face with a wet towel, "Well, bring the soup here first."

Xu Zhiyuan brought a bowl of fragrant soup in front of him, Rong Yan took the soup bowl and handed him the towel, and then half-raised Luo An Ning so that she could lean on his chest.

"An Ning, this is the soup that Mom specially made for you, drink some, huh?"

She had no expression on her face, and Rong Yan knew that she would not respond, so he picked up a spoon to scoop up the soup, brought it to his lips and blew warm to feed her.

Luo Anning blinked her dry eyes, and slowly turned her head to look at him. Because of her action, Rong Yan was so excited that the soup was half spilled.

"An Ning, what do you want to say to me?"

He has lost a lot of weight, and his handsome and meticulous demeanor is now showing deep fatigue.

There was also a green stubble on the beautifully curved and clean chin, and the hair was not deliberately taken care of, and it was a little messy.

There was a sense of dejection lingering around him.

Tears fell without warning, and she stroked his face with trembling hands: "Rongyan, I'm sorry... I caused the child to die, it's my fault..."

Putting the soup bowl on the bed cabinet, Rong Yan hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her neck, with a hoarse voice: "An Ning, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you. I didn't protect the two of you well. , the one who should say sorry is me."

"Ming Ming is my fault. You asked me to bring bodyguards, but I didn't..." Every time she thought of that day, her heart felt as if it was being torn apart, and it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.

These days, she was soaked in the abyss of pain and self-blame. Seeing Jiang Peihua's meticulous care of her, she felt ashamed of guilt.

If time could be turned back, even if something happened to her that day, she would never want it to be the child!

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