The Temperature Dropped

Yun Bixue's complexion was pale, and her palms were all clammy.

She was very carefully going down the steps, but she did not expect a voice to call out from behind her.

She was deep in thought, so the sudden voice scared her and almost caused her to miss the step.

Yun Bixue clutched her chest, fear still lingering in her heart.

And it was as if the child in her stomach knew of her scare as it was kicking her with fervor.

She caressed her stomach gently and mumbled, "Baby, I'm sorry. It's okay. Everything's fine."

Under her gentle comfort, the child stopped kicking.

The Xie Wu now was about to compensate for this mistake with his life. He understood that if something really happened to Young Madam, he would take out his gun and shoot himself in the head right there and then.

No matter how calm and steady Xie Wu was on usual days, his complexion was visibly pale now.