She bit down on her own lips so hard that she tasted blood, wishing that she could shred herself into pieces. She hated herself for being so soft-hearted, for being powerless, and hated even more that she still wanted to keep this baby.
This might be the only child she would ever have in her life.
How could she bear to destroy it?
However, she was unwilling. Unwilling to burden him with such a shameful identity, unwilling to let him grow up surrounded by prejudice, unwilling to let him be born into a world like this! She could not provide her child with a stable family, not even fatherly love. He was not a product of love, but the result of violence...
Meng Xi'er tugged at her hair as two conflicting thoughts intertwined in her heart, driving her to the brink of madness.
She would go mad sooner or later, she thought despairingly. If this continued, she would surely lose her sanity.
