Ling Muye seemed unaware of his own helplessness, only pleading with all his might to Ou Manhui:
"She still has a child in her womb, I beg you to save her... No matter what your conditions are, I will do my utmost to fulfill them! Please save them..."
"A pregnant woman?" Ou Manhui trembled slightly, suddenly remembering that snowy night eighteen years ago...
She was alone and desperate, cutting open her own abdomen to take out her child, that terrifying memory of heart-tearing agony, though it was eighteen years ago, was still so vivid!
But...
Anyone else would be fine, but she adamantly refused to save anyone related to the person before her!
Ou Manhui remembered the day she was near her delivery, seeing her husband lying in the same bed with another woman...
The woman's face looked too much like Ling Muye's...
Too much alike...!
Ling Muye was still saying, "Yes, she's pregnant, I beg you, you are the only one who can save her now."
