That day, Feng Sinan told her that they would have another child in the future. It turned out that he was lying to her.
He did not tell her that the miscarriage had greatly damaged her vitality. It would be very difficult for her to conceive again in the future.
Su Xiao Ying’s cat-like bright eyes were instantly covered with a layer of crystal clear tears. The watery light within was flickering.
She had lost so much.
“Xiaoying.”At this moment, a familiar voice sounded. It was Feng Hao, who was feeling pleased with himself.
Feng Hao looked at Su Xiaoying. Just now, he had seen Su Xiaoying in the vast sea of people.
Su Xiaoying was wearing a short white down jacket with black tights underneath. Her pure black hair was casually let down, and her soft and pretty face without makeup was dripping with tender water.
Su Xiaoying’s delicate and sweet aura was incomparable to other girls. She was pure and sweet.
