"Ah..." An Ran screamed, her head throbbing with pain. She hit the ground and opened a bloody hole, feeling dizzy, and more seriously, she sensed something was flowing from her lower body, something was slipping away...
An Ran lay there, unable to feel any pain, only a sense of exhaustion.
This way...
It's just fine.
Everything's gone...
Maybe dying like this is a kind of relief!
Lou Hezhan heard her scream and came out of the room calmly, only to see her lying at the top of the stairs, fallen into a pool of blood.
In an instant, his previously calm expression shattered.
Miscarriage!
The baby was already nine weeks old, couldn't be saved!
Lou Hezhan heard the news at the hospital and calculated that during that time she was locked in the Window of the World by him. Was the child his?
An Ran lay there, pale, her small face almost as white as translucent, the hospital devices beeping calmly, and the person in bed kept her eyes closed, as if asleep.
