On the day I signed the stand-in agreement, Li Sijue's Bai Yueguang had a miscarriage in a car accident.
He grabbed my neck and said, "You owe her a child."
Later, when I was pregnant, he held Xinhuan in his arms and chuckled: "I will get divorced after birth."
Until I was bleeding heavily in the delivery room, he was still accompanying others to look at wedding dresses.
Five years later at the International Jewelry Exhibition, my little girl pointed at the screen: "Mommy, that uncle seems to be crying."
When Li Sijue rushed backstage with red eyes, I was stroking the child's hair and laughing softly: "Good boy, that's rubbish that Mommy doesn't want."
He handed over the paternity test tremblingly: "Our child... Is he still alive?"
I tore up the report and threw it into the air: "Mr. Li has a really bad memory. It was you who said it yourself back then -"
"Even if a wild animal is born, it must be strangled to death."
