"Bang!"
The sound of my skull breaking under He Lanci's palm was crisper than the ice breaking on a winter night.
Warm blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, dyeing his vision scarlet. I lay paralyzed in a pool of blood on the delivery bed, looking at the man who had been as gentle as water to me, slowly wiping his fingers with a brocade handkerchief embroidered with gold thread.
"Why... Why..." Blood foamed in my throat, and the severe pain in my abdomen made my whole body convulse. The newborn baby was held upside down by its feet, dangling like a rag.
He Lanci chuckled lightly, leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Xia Jianxi, do you really think I would want a tattered shoe that has been damaged by a thief?" His fingertips ran across my face covered in cold sweat, "If it weren't for the gold and silver in your maternal grandfather's house, you wouldn't even be able to touch the threshold of the Marquis Mansion."
I can still hear my child crying as the dirt from the cellar hits my face. At the last moment when the darkness swallowed my consciousness, I gritted my teeth - if there is an afterlife, I will definitely pay with the blood of these wolves!
Reader comments
It's beautiful, it's beautiful, and the plot is so fast.
It's beautiful, it's beautiful, and the plot is so fast.