Wen Suihan emerged from the private hospital, feeling as if plunged into an ice cavern.
The torrential rain outside hindered his steps as he attempted to leave, while an enthusiastic nurse came up from behind, offering an umbrella.
"Sir, it's pouring outside, you should take this umbrella."
Wen Suihan seemed not to hear someone speaking to him, pushed open the door, and walked alone into the curtain of rain.
The suit he wore was drenched, its original ink orchid color turning to dark grey upon meeting the water.
With each step forward, his mind was gripped by a single fragment.
That was the line written on Jiang Yi's maternity card, stating she was 16 and a half weeks pregnant…
16 weeks, that was enough to confirm that the child inside her womb wasn't his.
So, the words Jiang Yi had said to him before were not uttered in anger.
He was merely a passerby in Jiang Yi's life.
