The first ray of light in the morning has not yet penetrated the heavy velvet curtains.
Su Nian knelt on the cold bathroom floor, her stomach churning.
Nothing can come out.
There was only the sour smell of bile, burning her throat.
The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant, which is refreshing and pungent. This smell penetrated every corner of the villa, like an extension of Lu Chenyuan, cold and precise, not allowing the slightest impurity. She liked this smell because it reminded her that this was a prison, not a home.
She supported the smooth marble sink and stood up slowly.
A slightly pale face was reflected in the mirror. Her long hair was messy and stuck to the side of her neck, and her lips had no color. But those eyes were very bright, like cold stars tempered by ice, and they were not as calm as a woman who had just struggled with morning sickness.
Her eyes fell on the white plastic rod on the edge of the sink.
The little pregnancy test stick lay there quietly, like a judge pronouncing a verdict.
Su Nian's fingertips were cold. She stretched out her hand and her fingertips touched the cold metal shell, which hurt. It was as if it was not a small piece of plastic, but a piece of iron, branded into her skin.
The window is very small, and in the display area, two dazzling red bars lie side by side.
So clear, so cruel.
Like two traces of blood, burned into the white plastic board.
One second.
Two seconds.
