She was the one who brought color to his life, just like at this moment, where her blood dyed his whiteness red.
Su Hongxing lay on Ye Qilan's bed, noticing the blood spreading underneath her, she gave a faint smile.
She picked up her phone, found Ye Qilan's number, and dialed it.
"This is Miss Su, isn't it? Qilan is away, did you need to speak with him?" It was the gentle voice of the bride-to-be Mo Qiu.
"Nothing in particular, I just wanted to wish him well on his wedding day…." Su Hongxing finished speaking and the phone slipped from her hand.
It was the same when she had a miscarriage in her previous life; she had also called Ye Qilan and a woman had answered.
Indeed, destiny is irresistible, it keeps on repeating and unfolding the same story...
Mo Qiu heard the noise on the other end of the phone and was startled.
For some reason, her first instinct was to delete the incoming call display from Su Hongxing.
