Chi Xiaoyu lost some control over her emotions…
For her, a child was a part of her body, a part of her soul—it couldn't just disappear without a trace.
Yet he spoke of it so lightly, so casually.
Gong Beiming's eyes were also full of pain and unease as he spoke in a low and hasty tone, "Wife, it's my fault, I promise I won't leave you alone again…"
Chi Xiaoyu's slender fingers gently pressed against his lips, her eyes reddening slightly, her voice choked up, "Gong Beiming, it hurts a lot when I see you. Because of you, I am reminded of that terrible moment I went through, that deepest wound in my heart, which had just begun to heal but was then torn open by you. It's really terrifying, and I don't want to remember any of it. So, if you truly have ever loved me, cared for me, please stay away from me, let me live my own life."
"Is there really no chance of making things right again?" His voice was hoarse.
"No!" she said painfully, looking at him.