The scene changed. She was back in that deserted and abandoned factory.
The amniotic fluid in her lower body, tainted with blood, spread across the ground below her. She lay in the centre of this fluid as the two babies squirmed in her womb.
There wasn't a single soul around.
She couldn't voice a word.
The heart-wrenching pain and sense of despair consumed her.
In the darkness, Mu Xichen lay beside her. When he heard her calling out that name, a void grew in his heart.
Every night in her dreams, she'd be calling out Mu Donglin's name.
It wasn't just this time.
It was every time.
At this point, Li Beinian's face was tear-streaked as she unconsciously moved her hands and feet.
She seemed to be struggling and whimpering softly. Her voice was soft and barely audible.
Mu Xichen shut his eyes and tried to convince himself not to listen too closely.
Just as he was about to get up, Li Beinian suddenly cried, "Help…"
