The new book has just been released, looking forward to your reading and comments
The swollen arc of her seven-month pregnant belly contained an unfinished promise.
Fu Yanli's voice was still on her phone: "I'll take pregnancy photos with you when I get back." Full of happiness, she counted the time on her fingers. The alarm tore through the dusk, and the sound was like a knife tempered by ice, nailing her to the carpet - a car accident on the return highway, and she died on the spot.
Before she learned how to cry, the security door was slammed open. The bodyguard in black had no expression on his face: "According to the order of the board of directors, the identity of the posthumous baby is unknown, and labor will be induced immediately." Her husband's body was still cold, but her husband's knife was already placed on her lower abdomen.
The shadowless light on the operating table was dazzlingly white. When the cold light of the needle approached, she knocked away the nurse and escaped.
Ten years.
The bridge holes in the cold winter, the cold steamed buns, the fists and kicks of the pursuers, and the belly that had bled half a basin of blood in the black clinic for seven months were all replaced by a cry. Working three jobs, rough hands, a leaky rental house. The son was born to be the darling of medicine - he knew all kinds of herbs at the age of three, was able to perform acupuncture at the age of eight, and became famous all over the world at the age of ten.
Ten years later.
The irrefutable evidence is like water, spread out page by page. The mastermind was imprisoned, and the accomplices were ruined. Every step she took to get up from the mud became the blade that fell today.
After ten years of drinking ice, my bones have matured.
(This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are purely coincidental. All relevant pictures, character names, company names, incident plots, etc. Are artistic creations and have nothing to do with reality.)
