Jiang Xiaonan's hands under the table involuntarily started to twist together.
She couldn't bring herself to tell him what exactly had happened between them.
To her, that event was like a nightmare.
Even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she was still drenched in cold sweat.
That night he had been drugged; the drug must have been very strong, so he kept mistaking her for Lin Qian.
That night, time and again, he called out Lin Qian's name with each instance.
All through the night, it was as if she had placed herself in hell.
The older brother she loved most in her heart, mercilessly piercing it.
He would never know how much heartache she felt as she got out of the bed and even cleaned the marks off his body.
He would never know how her legs trembled as she stepped away from the hotel.
He would never know how helpless she felt when her child, from her womb, turned into a pool of blood that flowed out.
