No intentions

 Li Changhui screamed as he tumbled to the floor. He never expected that Fan Meilin, who had never even raised his head in front of him, would actually punch him in the face. 

He raised his hands and touched his nose. And as soon as he touched it, Li Changhui knew that there was something wrong. Because his hands touched something red and warm. Blood! 

"Fan Meilin, you—"

"What's wrong?" Fan Meilin leaned down and sneered at Li Changhui. "Did you finally learn that there are severe consequences of your actions?" 

He could listen to anything; even if one was to curse him bloody, Fan Meilin would not say anything. But he would never forgive anyone who dared to bring back the memory of that day. 

Did they think that it was funny? Maybe to them, but the pain and the sense of loss he had felt that day when he lost his child, as well as the ability to get pregnant with another child, were not funny to Fan Meilin at all.