Hot tears, one after another, slid down her cheeks, scalding her skin and causing her entire body to tremble.
There stood Luo Qiangwei, gazing at the placid river surface, her mind in a daze, as if she saw a wrinkled baby face crying tragically at her, each wail tearing at her heart and piercing her lungs…
My baby…
Her heart ached, and she immediately walked forward, her calves submerging into the icy river water—
Chilled to the bones, Luo Qiangwei absentmindedly raised her head, only to realize she had already waded into Huajiang.
Looking at the unfathomable river, for a moment she thought about walking on, perhaps when the water reached over her head, she might see her two deceased babies.
Everything would end, there would be no more self-degradation, no more pain, no more… love for him.
If there was a next life, she thought… even if she were to blind herself, she wouldn't fall in love with him again… If she couldn't see, perhaps she wouldn't fall in love.
