The following day, Lihua slowly opened her eyes and found a white ceiling above. Even after taking a good night's rest, she still felt sluggish and tired for some reason.
Her eyes were as blank as they were yesterday. Everything came crashing down to her, and she had no clue what to do with her life now.
Her sister was dead.
Her husband had killed her.
He erased her memories and betrayed her.
And now, she was pregnant.
But she couldn't feel delighted. That guilt began to creep into her heart. Her baby was finally here, but she couldn't even smile any longer.
She had no strength to live with Wei anymore, who hurt her so much. But then what about the baby inside her?
Lihua felt something heavy on her hands, and she slowly lowered her head. She saw Wei asleep, his head resting on the bed near her hand. His fingers were lightly holding onto hers. She could see the faint trace of tears on his cheeks that had dried up by now.
