The sharp pain of coughing up blood still lingered in her throat, and Shen Qingci opened her eyes suddenly - the familiar lotus-colored curtains, the whitened lotus pattern, and the bowl of anti-fetal medicine brought by Qinghe all told her that she was back to the time when she first found out she was pregnant.
In the last life, she was waiting for him outside the study while clutching the pulse diagnosis post, but she saw Xiao Jue bandaging Wen Wan's finger, and the words "I have our child" were not uttered after all. Later, he had a hemorrhage due to dystocia, and he stayed by Wenwan's side. I didn't even see the child for the last time.
The bitterness of the concoction spread over the tip of her tongue, and she touched her belly and smiled. She will not tolerate any of those who owe her or hurt her in this life.
