In the business class cabin of the airplane, Wen Suihan lowered his head, looking at the not-so-clear photo on his phone.
In the photo, Jiang Yi's face was blurry, her slightly swollen belly just visible beneath her mustard-yellow knitted jacket.
She was too thin, her stomach obscured by the loose hem of her clothes, making it hard to even guess how many months pregnant she was.
He didn't understand where things had gone wrong; clearly, she had aborted the child in her womb, so why?
Wen Suihan was at a loss for answers, yet he couldn't help but doubt...
His current mood was like that of a fish that had just been tossed high up on the fishing line, out of water, suffocating and terrified.
He had made countless assumptions, but none seemed to explain the results of the investigation he had carried out at the small clinic; still, he harbored a sliver of hope.
