Then, the scene in her mind suddenly changed again, switching to a sunny afternoon, a shrill car sound, and a piercing pain in her abdomen...
Children... Her children...
Blood... In my pupils... In my mind... It's all bloody...
Child! My child!
Dead! Your child is already dead! He was born dead! Even if he is not dead, so what! Do you still want to raise this bastard
I don’t believe it… She doesn’t believe it… He was moving playfully in her palm just a moment ago through her belly…
Not a bastard! He is not a bastard! Her child is not a bastard!
Ever since she knew of his existence, she had been looking forward to his birth with love and hope. He was her child! He was her baby!
Give me back my baby! Give me back my baby...
The woman's shrill voice kept echoing in her mind, and she knew it was her own voice...
Finally... the next second... she finally saw the child... she finally saw her baby...
In the cold morgue... a tiny, purple baby... had already stopped breathing...
Her child, her baby, was dead... Really dead...
“Squeak—”
In the air that was as dead silent as a grave, there was a sudden sound; it was the sound of a locked door being pushed open.
"despair-"
"despair-"
"despair-"
…
With the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, a slender figure pushed the door and walked in.
The man held a candle in his fair hands. Under the dim candlelight, a stunning face, light grey eyes, and silver hair were revealed, like a ghost...
The man walked step by step towards the bed in the room and approached the dark shadow curled up at the head of the bed.
Finally, the man stopped in front of the bed, and the candle in his hand illuminated the small black shadow of **.
The girl was holding a pillow in her arms, her whole body was soaked with sweat, her bangs were trembling with sweat dripping down...
"Don't...don't...children...don't..."
The girl's mind seemed to be a little dazed. It was not until she noticed the light getting closer and the footsteps of the man approaching that she finally raised her head slowly and stared at the man with her dark eyes...
"Tsk, still as useless!" A man's faint and mocking voice rang out in the eerie air.
Ning Xi stared blankly at the person who came, still maintaining her original posture, not moving or speaking, as if she had not yet come out of the nightmare.
At this moment, the girl was wearing fluffy pajamas, hugging a white pillow and curled up at the head of the bed, her body shaking like a sieve, staring at herself with red eyes, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry yet... It was really...
It's too much to stir up the dark depths of people's hearts...
The man's gaze grew deeper and darker, and then he slowly stretched out his hand towards the girl. His hand, so white that you could see the meridians clearly, touched the girl's lips little by little...
The next second, the man felt a piercing pain at the base of his palm.
Before he could get close, the girl had already bitten him hard, and bright red blood flowed down the corner of the girl's mouth and the back of the man's hand...
The man's expression suddenly changed. He pinched the girl's jaw, took out his hand, and pressed the girl down hard. His face was gloomy and terrifying, and his tone was extremely dangerous. "Hehe, who are you keeping your virginity for? Huh?"