“…”

"But I can only take one step at a time."

"Take one step at a time," he stared at me, his eyes red and as if he was bloodshot. I realized that he was looking at the layers of dresses on me, which symbolized the majesty of the mother's etiquette. But now, after a life-and-death entanglement, this dress is like a withered peony flower. It is obviously a beautiful name for the world, but it has long been ruined. He said in a hoarse voice: "Have you calculated today? Or tomorrow?"

“…”

"You know I will enthrone you as queen. By then, even if this child dies, you will not be affected by anything, right?"

I looked up at him and didn't say anything.

From the beginning, he was shaking like a tense bow, but at this moment, he suddenly laughed and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed in the wide and empty palace. I don't even suspect that there were people who were waiting for him to judge his fate outside the door. When he heard his laughter, those people probably were no longer possessed.

He staggered back while laughing, and then his body paused.

He bumped into the table leaning against the window, and there were still Buddhist scriptures I wrote on the desk.

His laughter came to an abrupt end. He grabbed the Buddhist scriptures and staggered to me, gritted his teeth and said, "You said you want to write Buddhist scriptures for those who died in exchange for peace of mind! Is there a word here written for this child?"

“…”

"Do you feel a little guilty?"

“…”

"You killed our children!"

While he said, he tore the Buddhist scriptures to pieces. With a sudden wave of his hand, the broken paper scraps suddenly fell down, and my eyes turned white for a moment.

My face turned pale and bloodless at this moment.

Looking up at his almost crazy eyes, looking at the paper scraps slowly scattered like falling snow, my voice became cold like ice and snow: "Why do I feel guilty?"

“…”

"It was you who forced me, and it was you who forced me to do this child."

“…”

"That's not our child, that's your child alone."

“…”

"I can't resist him. Of course I won't try to keep him."

“…”

He stood there stiffly, his shoulders trembled suddenly, as if he was whipped hard invisibly.

At this moment, I heard a very low sound from his throat, as if he had swallowed something back, but the blood color soaked out of his pupils and even spread into the entire space.

He walked over and sat down slowly, and reached his hand on my shoulder, as if he was stroking my shoulder, and as if he was stroking my neck. I had never felt that his palm was as cold as ice, as if he was pressing on my skin, making me tremble slightly.

He looked at me and said word by word: "Are you not afraid, will I kill you?"

I looked into his eyes and slowly raised my head. My slender neck was completely exposed in the cold air, and even had goose bumps. I said calmly: "I will rush to kill you."

After saying this, I seemed to be waiting.

Waiting for his decision, waiting for the arrival of a certain moment.

I saw his eyes red and dark again, as if two things were tearing his reason and soul in his body. Even this body was almost no longer his. Only his fingers slowly stroked my neck and rubbed it bit by bit.

His voice was a little depressed and he slowly said, "Actually, I should have known it long ago."

“…”

"No, it's not that I should have known it long ago, it's that I have known it long ago, you don't want this child."

“…”

"I've known for a long time that something went wrong with this child."

My eyelashes trembled slightly. I looked up at him. He seemed to be laughing, but he seemed to have forgotten how to laugh. A complex and almost distorted expression appeared on my face: "So for such a long time, I have never forced you. Sometimes, I clearly see through your lies. I already know that there is something wrong with your body, and I dare not let the doctor take your pulse."

“…”

"I'm afraid of getting this news."

“…”

"I'm afraid I'll lose all the last chance I can keep you."

“…”

"I still hold a little hope, hope is that I am thinking about it."

“…”

"I'm still holding a little luck. Maybe, maybe you're really too thin; maybe this child is not healthy, but he's still alive; maybe she knows you don't want her, so she stays in your belly and doesn't dare to make you angry..."

“…”

"I've thought about all the possibilities, and I've used all the ways to deceive myself."

“…”

"But today, I can't continue to cheat."

“…”

"Yan Qingying, our child - my child, her body is outside. She doesn't know the cold or the pain."

I looked at him with a pale face. For a moment, I saw the reflected appearance in his eyes, which was like a corpse. I slowly said, "When you hurt me, I knew the cold, and I knew the pain."

“…”

"In this matter, you are the only person who has never been cold or painful."
Chapter completed!