Si Ye was stunned. He stared at her for a long while, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, a laugh filled with deep, desolate loneliness, making it heartbreaking to watch.
"So you really didn't want the child because of this, didn't you? Chen Zhi, I underestimated your ruthlessness. If you hate me, you can take revenge on me, kill me. But you shouldn't have killed him, you shouldn't have killed him!"
"Bang—" His fist brushed past her hair, slamming heavily against the door, making a loud noise.
Chen Zhi was so frightened she froze, her back pressed against the door; the vibration from the door made her back ache. Her ears were almost deafened, humming loudly, and it took a while for her hearing to recover.
Si Ye looked at her with an expressionless face, his eyes filled only with coldness, the kind of coldness that comes after extreme disappointment and despair. Toward her, besides disappointment and despair, he no longer had any other feelings.
