Xia Xiaodie’s ears were buzzing, and her heart was dull and painful. Looking at his thin and cold lips, she was almost numb.
She did not know how she found her voice, “I. . . I forgot...”
“You Forgot?”
Gu Yilin interrupted her, his muscular chest rising and falling, showing his monstrous anger and ruthless coldness at this moment, “Tell me, what trick did you play this time? You secretly got pregnant. Do you want to marry me with your son and become the young madam of the Gu Family?”
So that was what he was thinking.
Xia Xiaodie quietly lowered Yu Jie. She looked at the crumpled fabric in her palm, embarrassed and pitiful, just like her.
Her stomach was still uncomfortable and painful, as if the pain of that little life stripping her body was still ongoing. She had a miscarriage and lost her first child.
