How could he?
He's too cruel!
Too cruel!
Bai Yanrou collapsed to the ground, her body soft like a heap, her organs feeling as if they were scorched by intense fire, the pain unbearable.
She had schemed extensively, giving everything she had to obtain it, and now, it turned out to be an illusion, a mere emptiness.
What does she have left?
Right.
She still has her son!
Yes!
Her son!
Suddenly, she snapped to her senses, crawling to Zhan Xiong's feet, clutching his clothes, lifting her tear-streaked face to him, desperately begging, "Brother Xiong, I beg you, save Ah Hao, I know I did wrong, but Ah Hao is innocent, he's our son, he's your own flesh and blood, please, save him, I beg you, you must save him!"
Now, the only thing she can hold on to is her son.
Everything else is false; only her son is real!
That's her flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy.
That's the child she bore for the man she loved the most.
