Ruan Xuexue turned her head, looking at Qiao An…
Qiao An smiled as she approached. "Xiao Ruan, I have brought your son to you, so you can see each other for one last time. Rest assured, after your death, I will adopt your son."
"Mommy! Don't die." The little boy cried, grasping Ruan Xuexue's hand.
Ruan Xuexue reached out to stroke the boy's head, her gaze filled with longing and reluctance. Indeed, she was going to die, but this child had to carry on living.
It was a while before she looked towards Chi Xiaoyu, her lips quivering.
"There's no one else, it was me, I wanted to harm you. You are the woman Gong Beiming cares about the most, I'm jealous of you, I wish you were dead…" Ruan Xuexue's words trailed off as she breathed her last.
Chi Xiaoyu stood frozen in her tracks.
Clearly, Ruan Xuexue was about to reveal the truth, but then she suddenly changed her story.
She looked up and saw Qiao An smiling.
As their eyes met, Qiao An's gaze was very deep.
