"I'm sorry." It was all his fault, his responsibility!
Baili Xia's scattered gaze gradually focused again upon hearing Mu Xiaojiu's voice.
Seeing his composed face clearly, her nose suddenly felt sore, and she hoarsely said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I..."
"It's all my fault, I'm the one who should apologize to you." Mu Xiaojiu's voice was hoarse as he interrupted her.
To reveal his vulnerablity in front of others was unthinkable for his past self.
But now, at this moment, he could not control his own sorrow.
"Don't be sad, we're still young, the child... we will definitely have another. Trust me, our baby will be back soon."
"I..."
"The doctor is here." Nangong Xu's voice broke off their conversation.
The doctor had arrived, and the sterile medical room was about to be cleared.
Even though Mu Xiaojiu was reluctant, he was led out of the medical room by Mu Xiaoyao and Nangong Xu who half persuaded, half carried him.
