She kept refreshing, hoping to see the news of Gu Yanting's death that her friend had mentioned.
She didn't believe that Gu Yanting had died; it was absolutely impossible.
Gu Yanting was just fine, so how could he be dead?
"Xiao Wan."
Xiao Wan had been staring blankly into space for a long time, not even realizing that Zhuo Ya had awakened until Zhuo Ya called out Xiao Wan's name. Only then did Xiao Wan come back to her senses.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Zhuo Ya and stammered, "Zhuo Ya."
"I can't find Gu Yanting, I can't find our child, what should I do?"
Zhuo Ya clutched at Xiao Wan's arm, her voice hoarse and whispering.
Xiao Wan watched the almost painful expression on Zhuo Ya's face, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"It's alright, Zhuo Ya, listen to me, it's alright."
"I dreamt that our child was calling me 'mommy,' and then Gu Yanting stabbed a knife into my heart."
"He hates me so much."
Zhuo Ya's words felt like a knife stabbing fiercely into Xiao Wan's heart.
