Qi Yue unconsciously took two steps forward, but immediately stopped.
"Even if I save her, what then? She'll die all the same. It's only a matter of time."
As soon as she said this, Cong Zhonglan's husband clung to some kind of hope, and knocked his head on the floor several times more urgently.
In the silence, the jingling of his chains rang out, striking Qi Yue's heart.
"Miss Qi Yue, even if it ends in death, living one more day is still living! Please, save my wife!"
Hearing the man pleading relentlessly to save his wife, without a mention of the child, Qi Yue's heart stirred.
"Alright, I can make sure your wife lives, but I can't save the child in her womb."
Another clatter resounded, and the man seemed very agitated.
"Don't save the child, save the adult! I just want my wife to stay alive."
Cong Zhonglan's voice rose urgently.
"No, Miss Qi Yue, save... save the child! Save my child!"
Qi Yue sneered.
