Out of the corridor, outside was the pitch-black night sky.
Even though there were streetlights, everything still felt dreary and oppressive.
The streets of the neighborhood were already empty, only the urgent footsteps of Sylvan Cheney resounded as he hurried to his car.
This was the first time he embraced Jasmine Yale, he found her very thin, even pregnant she wasn't heavy, holding her was effortless.
Jasmine Yale's consciousness was blurred by pain, her vision was also hazy, her eyelids wouldn't lift.
Her belly convulsed in waves, she involuntarily twitched in Sylvan Cheney's arms, miserably clutching his dark shirt.
Perhaps she grabbed too tightly, Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, feeling an unexplained heaviness and oppression in his chest.
In his mind echoed her recent words: My baby is gone, I'll truly die...
"Pain..." Jasmine Yale's voice was hoarse and gentle, she bit her teeth, her features contorted by pain, her face pale and distressed, "So much pain..."
