Thinking of the crying she had heard when she was forced to do a C-section, she held her forehead in her hand due to the severe headache.
Lou qingyue could tell that she was very concerned about the child. She said with certainty, " I lied to you that the child is dead. In fact, he is not dead.
“……”
"The crying you heard is real. He's still alive."
Ning Qing's forehead was covered in sweat. Her hands were weak, and the knife fell.
She raised her hand and blocked half of Lou qingyue's face.
Yes, it was.
It was exactly the same.
All these years, she had not realized that she was the woman who had forced her to do a C-section!
The enemy is right in front of you. Ning Qing, ah, ning Qing, you're so silly!
The hatred that had accumulated for many years, along with the endless resentment, had eroded ning Qing's rationality.
She reached out to pick up the knife, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You lied to me so much, you deserve to die!"
