Eight months into her pregnancy, Lu Yingwan rolled down the stairs, dripping with blood, and saw only the man she had loved for ten years, holding her sister in his arms.
She laughed, she cried, it turned out that she was the most pathetic substitute.
Having lost everything, she sneered weakly, "Xiao Shuyao, your child is dead, are you satisfied now?"
Turning around and throwing herself into the sea, in this life, she only hopes that she will never meet again in life and death!
But that man went crazy over this, and until we met again, she was already out of reach.
The man regretted his mistake, but was driven away by the little bag next to her. His childish tone was full of determination and coldness: "You scumbag, don't get involved!"
