Mo Shiche saw from his mind's eye Luo Qiangwei's body crashing onto the floor tiles, the glaring, thick fresh blood flowing from between her legs...
That was their child.
It was the child she had carried for him.
Mo Shiche's eyes snapped open in an instant, his black pupils tinged with a murderous crimson. He let out an agonized growl, consumed by extreme anger, desiring to kill Mo Xiao...
He reached out to choke his own throat.
Just as he was about to suffocate, self-preservation kicked in, and his second personality, Mo Xiao, seized the main consciousness instantly.
Mo Xiao, swaying, got out of bed, his bloodstained feet moving toward the room's door...
Mo Shiche, still struggling frantically, wrestled back half of the main consciousness. He violently controlled his body and slammed hard into a nearby wall!
