"Ah..." Zhang Yuan screamed, sitting up from the bed. It was dark all around. She fumbled to turn on the room light, gasping for breath. Her heart was pounding wildly, and her stomach felt a bit painful. She placed her hand on her belly — baby, don't be afraid, mommy will protect you.
Unknowingly, two lines of tears slipped down her face. She clenched the corner of a blanket in her hands. Luoz, why won't you let me go? I'm just one of many women, not beautiful, without a family background, and not outstanding. Why can't you let me go?
For Zhang Yuan, she could give up everything right now, except for the child in her belly.
After being stunned for a while, Zhang Yuan felt a chill all over her body. She wrapped herself with the quilt and looked at the time. It was already five o'clock in the morning. She couldn't sleep, so she got up and paced around the room.
