"I can't do this anymore, I won't do it."
Wen Zhi was in so much pain that she regretted it.
Shang Hexing caressed her damp hair from her forehead with the palm of his hand and said with a pained expression, "Alright, we won't have the baby. And even when we go back to reality, we won't have it either. Just the two of us will live a lifetime together."
Wen Zhi was in so much agony that she couldn't clearly hear what Shang Hexing was whispering in her ear.
She clutched his hand so tightly that her nails almost embedded into his flesh, leaving behind deep purple crescent marks.
He didn't even frown but calmly and collectedly figured out how to deliver the baby.
Eventually, Wen Zhi finally gave birth.
But she also passed out from it.
When she opened her eyes again, she vaguely heard the sounds of a child playing and laughing. She followed the direction of the sound and focused her gaze to see a three-year-old boy running around in the courtyard.
