The dark room was filled with a strong smell of blood. After drinking the abortion pill, Ana Shen was dying on the bed. Her white fingers tightly grasped the brocade quilt under her body. Her sweat-soaked hair spread out on the bed, like a female ghost taking people's lives. She unconsciously murmured: "Dad, brother, Yan'er hurts."
The door was kicked open by someone, and Yuan Jue rushed in with a chilling air all over his body. When he saw the scene in the house, he knew that there was no way to save him. His heart ached and he was already in tears. He stepped forward and pulled Ana Shen up on the bed, who was weak, and shouted in a sad tone: "If you hate me, kill me! Kill me! Why kill our children!"
"Because I also want you to taste the feeling of losing a loved one." Ana Shen smiled weakly, "His father killed his mother's whole family, he shouldn't exist in the first place!"
"Ah!!" Yuan Jue's eyes were red, filled with grief.
Ana Shen closed her eyes and smiled in his voice of despair, but left two lines of clear tears, falling down her clothes silently.
