Xia Ruoxin put her hand against her stomach. There was cold sweat on her forehead. It hurts there.
She simply rested for a while. Then, she put her hands once again into the cold, icy water to continue with the laundry. However, it wasn't her clothes.
A bigger hand suddenly grabbed at her own. She looked up, a pair of dark eyes that could absorb a man's soul greeted her. It was so gloomy that she could no longer escape from his curse. As unfortunate as it was and as cruel as it seemed, she was resigned to that fate.
"You don't want to live anymore?" His voice was extremely deep but his gaze landed on her stomach. Was she unaware that her uterus had suffered a severe trauma? And that the one who had caused it was him?
"Isn't this what you wanted?" She pulled her hands out of his grasp. She continued to put both of them into the cold water in a fit of anger. Or rather, it was more from being wronged?
Now he was accusing her.
