Was her child already gone?
Gu Yanting, this beast, wouldn't even spare her in such a state.
"Ah Ya, does it hurt?"
Gu Yanting squinted his eyes, asking with a cold curve to his lips.
Zhuo Ya clutched the bedsheet tightly, gasping for air.
"Gu Yanting, it hurts."
There was a faint pain in her abdomen; she was in unbearable discomfort.
The woman tightly grasped Gu Yanting's arm and cried out.
But Gu Yanting looked at Zhuo Ya with an indifferent gaze.
"Hurts?"
"Did it hurt when you fell?"
Gu Yanting's burning fingers moved to Zhuo Ya's chin, lifting it as he asked with cold eyes.
Zhuo Ya's body was rigid, and her pupils shrank as she looked at Gu Yanting's cold, merciless face.
Had Gu Yanting discovered that she had fallen on purpose?
"Brother Yanting, it hurts."
Zhuo Ya leaned her head into the man's chest, calling out to him in a weak, pitiful voice.
