You, Gu Yice, just gave birth to Tianjia. It's all your own fault for making you unhappy. Even if you cut the flesh and bones, it's hard to relieve the hatred in your heart. I have a low life, but it was my grandma who felt sorry for me in the first place. How could you bear to treat me like this?
Why stay?
Shen Zide covered his face with his hands. The blue-purple blood vessels undulated like hills under his fair skin. They might break and burst out at any time with his exhalation, leaving behind a corpse with a intact skin and a broken interior.
He thought that Shen Zide was irreplaceable, and even if he hated him, he was the one that Gu Yice cared about the most. But he forgot that things in the world are impermanent as they often say. After so many years, it's hard to beat an innocent or coquettish face.
As long as there is a face similar to Shen Zide's, it doesn't matter whether it is Shen Zide or not.