Feng Fuce froze.
Bai Zhi'er wrapped herself in a quilt, her fair shoulders faintly visible.
Coupled with her accusatory tone, it was as if the "child" that was lost was truly his.
Feng Fuce slightly furrowed his brow.
He hesitated, "But... I didn't do anything."
Bai Zhi'er dropped the curtain, puffed up with anger, "Apart from you, no one else has been on my bed!"
"No wonder my stomach hurts like this, turns out it's a sign of miscarriage."
"Now it's a mess, how am I going to explain to Father and Mother?"
Feng Fuce held his breath, swept away by Bai Zhi'er's thoughts.
"I will take responsibility, I won't ignore you."
Bai Zhi'er sniffled, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Her pink, pretty face had reddened eyes and nose.
Feng Fuce began to reflect on himself.
"Previously, after you fell asleep, I did come by a few times, but only sat by the bedside, didn't do anything."
"At most," Feng Fuce paused, finally confessing, "just touched your face."
