It seems that last night after finishing, he just picked up his pants and left.
The hem of the wedding dress was stained with blood.
Ziyan frowned, pulled up her sore body to pull up her pants, and then stood up to check; fortunately, the wedding dress was undamaged.
"Bang—" The door was pushed open from the outside.
Ziyan turned her head and saw him, in his crisp suit, walking in. Seeing her own disheveled appearance, she instantly felt utterly abashed.
He came over, showed no care or greeting, and just handed her a white medicine bottle: "Take this."
Ziyan looked at it and felt a sudden pang in her heart, but she quickly let go. It was just as well; she didn't want children now anyway.
Their relationship was so bad, and she was also busy with her career.
So, she reached out and took it, but said: "...I'm on my safe period now."
He dropped a "Don't play tricks," turned around, and walked out of the room.
