The urge suddenly surged up to her throat, and Ling Chuxia couldn't help but open her mouth, "If... if I... ."
However, before she could finish her sentence, the scene from that day suddenly flashed in her mind—Shi Che's angry face, his shout filled with menace, and those words, "You don't deserve to have my child!" It exploded in her mind and echoed in her ears without any warning.
That day's events were a nightmare she couldn't escape. Although some time had passed, she couldn't forget what happened that day. It was like a thorn, ruthlessly lodged deep in her heart. Even if she couldn't see it sometimes, it didn't mean it wasn't there.
It would always suddenly pop up at a certain moment, warning her, reminding her.
All of Ling Chuxia's impulsiveness, in that moment, vanished without a trace, like a balloon that had been pricked and deflated suddenly.
The words Ling Chuxia wanted to say were all stuck in her throat, and she couldn't make any sound at all.
