Chapter 95: A Confrontational Date

It felt like an invisible heavy punch to the chest.

Li Beicheng loosened his grip on her collar, his face showing a disheveled and panicked retreat.

She knelt in the hospital corridor, belly protruding; he didn't spare her another glance.

She gave a premature stillbirth and was sent to prison; he never visited to see her one last time.

Having endured such a sordid past, she confrontationally questioned him...

Did he ever care about whether she lived or died?

Reopening scars that had yet to heal, the pain Yan Xiaye experienced was a thousand times worse than Li Beicheng's.

Seeing the nervous caretaker hastily unlocking the side door to approach, she blinked rapidly a few times, and could not help but raise her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, struggling out of that pitch-black despair. She accepted the towel handed to her by the caretaker, "You don't have to be afraid, both he and I are fine."