She once believed the child in her womb could warm his cold heart.
Then his first love returned, and he snuffed out the last of her hope with his own hands.
On a rainy night, she knelt at his feet, her lower abdomen in excruciating pain as blood stained her skirt.
Clinging to her last shred of hope, she begged him, but he only watched coldly, holding the woman he treasured like precious moonlight in his arms.
“Your child does not deserve to be born.”
The child was gone, and her heart died with it.
A body covered in wounds and a heart full of love, all turned into a joke.
From then on, the woman who loved him no longer existed.
When he finally came to his senses and searched for her like a madman,
all he got was a single sentence:
“Mr. Lu, you destroyed my child and my life with your own hands.”
This time, she would never forgive him.
