"You rest for a while, I'll be right outside, call me if you need anything."
"Okay." Jun Wan nodded.
After Wen Yanqing left, Jun Wan got up and went to the bedside, leaning against the bed to rest. Recently she's been feeling more and more fatigued, and occasionally nauseous.
She closed her eyes and gently stroked her belly.
"Baby, you have to be good. Mommy has a lot of things to do, Mommy loves you..."
...
Late at night, Qiangzi stood outside the door, not daring to knock or disturb.
The windows and door were tightly shut.
Yet, a strong smell of alcohol wafted out from the inside.
In a corner of the room, a silhouette was collapsed on the ground, holding an empty bottle.
The clothes on Brother Han were still the same, stained with blood.
He didn't have the strength to change, nor did he want to.
Only this way could he remind himself of how heartless that woman truly was!
Unable to resist, Qiangzi opened the door and walked inside.
Brother Han was already unconscious.
