"Crunch..."
A sharp piercing sound passed through everyone's ears and fell into their hearts like a huge stone. A woman was seen lying in the middle of the road, and the blood painted a horrifying picture under her body...
The hospital was unusually quiet, and the occasional footsteps were gentle, for fear of disturbing the patients.
Xia Liang looked at the pale ceiling, feeling desolate in his heart. She ran her hands over her flat belly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The child is gone...
The bond with him is no longer there...
The smell of disinfectant lingers in my nose, never leaving.
Xia Liang buried himself in paleness, remembering the past.
Warmth and summer coolness, who warms the summer and who cools the heart?
This article is of a warm-hearted type with the first part being cruel and the second being cruel. Please don't be heartbroken by the cruel words at the beginning. The rest is very warm and heartwarming~
On the bank of Santu River, Meng Po's soup is cold. Please cherish it in the next life.