"Ah!" He Zhilan clutched the child tightly, kneeling in a sea of blood. She screamed hysterically, her heart breaking with pain, yet no matter how much she screamed, she could never voice the pain in her heart.
"Ah!"
Why did she have to be Gu Zhilan?
Was it that she was wrong from the start, that she should never have been so greedy?
From the beginning, she shouldn't have stepped into the capital, shouldn't have harbored thoughts of reuniting with her family.
Her mistakes, all her faults, but why punish her child?
The child was so young, what was his fault? Why did he have to die so tragically?
"Does it hurt, baby? Tell mommy, does it hurt?" He Zhilan sobbed uncontrollably, "It must hurt a lot, right? Mommy is sorry, mommy hurt you."
