In front of the small heap of fire, Wufu leaned against the door, wanting to cry but having no tears.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Wufu only felt increasingly cold, as the labor pains rendered her progressively numb.
"Child, you must stay with your mother, let's work hard together!" Wufu touched the mass that had completely dropped.
The sharp pain made her feel as though her internal organs were twisted and deformed, her intestines were being forcefully torn, as if even breathing required all her effort. Wufu couldn't help but grab the dagger on the ground, scratching the tiles with it.
The most terrifying thing wasn't the pain, but being alone in such a situation, not knowing when this dreadful circumstance would end.
She was f***ing screwed!
Silently cursing the child's father in her heart, Wufu strained to hold her emotions in check, hoping for a quick death. No, a quick birth.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to hold on!
