Her fingers digging deep into the blanket under her body, Su Qianci was soaked in sweat. She felt acute pain in her lower stomach, as if something was slipping through her fingers silently. This feeling was both familiar and disturbing. She could still hear what everyone had said to her in her previous lifetime:
"Bitch, you fell down the stairs deliberately to frame my Mengying? You think people are going to believe you?"
"What an evil woman. The baby is two months old and has a heartbeat already. But it is unlucky enough to have such a mother."
"Su Qianci, I did not expect you to be so treacherous. In order to incriminate Tang Mengying, you killed your own baby."
