As long as she killed him, she would not have those painful memories. As long as she killed him, she would be free and her child would be fine.
Her rationality was replaced by anger. She needed a knife. A knife that would end everything.
That would be used to slice that person bit by bit.
She put her hand on the door handle and opened the door. But she could not take a step out no matter what.
The force on her hand pulled her back forcefully. Zheng Ziming's low voice sounded in her ear. "Asteria, don't be impulsive. This might not be Brother Jingcheng's doing. There might be some misunderstanding. Or maybe he just wanted to warn you."
"A warning?!" Xia Ning chuckled and closed her eyes slightly. "How did he warn me back then? Did you forget?!"
Zheng Ziming frowned a little and said in a low voice, "Asteria, don't think about those things."
