Wei Jing Lili

When I was three months pregnant, Lu Jingyu told me he'd dreamed about my best friend.

He described the details, saying how soft and flat her stomach was.

Then he laughed.

“Even though I only saw it in a dream, a belly that’s never carried a pregnancy really is so clean and fair.”

I knew what he meant.

I’d had a miscarriage before, and he thought my stomach was dirty.

Later, I realized it hadn’t just been a dream.

I left without hesitation, leaving him only an abortion receipt and a divorce agreement.

After that,

Lu Jingshen went mad.

Because he finally remembered that the child I’d miscarried after that one-night stand years ago had been his, too.