On the eve of the divorce, he handed me a locked relic box and said in a hoarse, trembling voice: "Don't open it again."
I smiled and opened the lock——
Inside were a dried embryo specimen and a blood-soaked pregnancy test sheet.
And the only love letter he ever wrote to me was dated on the day of my miscarriage.
It turns out that he killed my child with his own hands and took it as a gift.
Every time I miss him for the rest of my life, I will bury my own flesh and blood with my own hands. ?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
