After a rush of dizziness, Qiao Mo lay in a pool of blood, as if the world had plunged into darkness.
Hurt... it hurts so much...
Qiao Mo's small face was deathly pale, almost devoid of all feeling, yet the waves of tearing pain from below her body made her tears roll down one after another.
The child... her child...
She could feel the stickiness beneath her, it was blood, reeking and burning hot.
She seemed to be able to sense the tiny life in her belly being peeled away bit by bit from her illness.
She wanted to shout, to scream, to call for help, but she couldn't say anything.
Save him... save her child...
Behind her tightly shut eyes, tears welled and streamed down, flooding into her nose, mouth, ears, almost blocking all her senses.
Her bloodstained fingers curled slightly, seemingly wanting to touch the child in her belly.
But she couldn't move... her body felt as if it were filled with lead, she couldn't move.
