When Zhuo Ya's body slammed heavily to the ground, intense pain swept through her entire being.
She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood from her lower lip.
But even so, she didn't cry out.
The taste of blood filled her nose as Zhuo Ya looked at the floor beneath her.
At the sight of her skirt stained red with blood, she didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.
I'm sorry, child.
She felt vile, but she had no other choice.
She couldn't give birth to this child.
A child born from hatred would not know happiness.
And between her and Gu Yanting, this lifetime was destined to be a relentless battle, for they were enemies.
"Miss Zhuo Ya."
The maid, having waited a long time without seeing Zhuo Ya come downstairs, went back up to call her again.
Little did she know that upon opening the door, she would find Zhuo Ya collapsed on the ground, her lower body stained with blood.
The maid was terrified.
