It was raining mistily, and Yu Qiaoxin was crying in her heart. Thinking of his ruthlessness and the child in her belly, for a moment, she didn't know where to go, so she could only move forward blindly.
Finally, she couldn't bear the pain and fell down. How great would it be if I died like this, without having to face his ruthlessness and the oppression of his parents? No, I can't die like this. What should I do with my child? He has not yet come to this world to take a look, and he has no right to deprive his child of his happiness. Thinking of this, Yu Qiaoxin can only helplessly walk towards that ignorant future again.