In the bathroom.
Luo Qiangwei leaned over the sink, scooping up cold water with her hands and splashing it over her face again and again, but tears kept welling up uncontrollably.
The miserable crying of the baby kept echoing in her ears, cutting into her bleeding heart like a knife.
She told herself not to think anymore, but she simply couldn't control the sorrowful thoughts.
Just as she began to cry, a man's deep voice came from outside, "Luo Qiangwei?"
Luo Qiangwei jolted, hastily wiping away the tears from her face, her hands still trembling slightly, she began to touch up her makeup and compose herself using the compact powder she carried.
But tears kept falling, landing on the back of her hand.
No, she couldn't cry anymore, couldn't cry in front of anyone... In this life, she neither needed to cry nor should she cry, the one who should be crying wasn't her!
Luo Qiangwei hurriedly rolled up her left sleeve and without hesitation, bit down hard on her fair arm!
