Mu Liang closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, his teeth clenched tightly, his whole body tensed up. Those sour and intense emotions quickly gathered in his chest, swarming, coalescing, exploding as if they were scouring his body.
A sharp, strong emotion surged up.
He wanted to see Qiao Xia!
He suddenly turned around and sprinted to the door of the ward, but as his hand touched the railing, even through his gloves he could feel the ice-cold iron, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, extinguishing the burning anticipation.
Every time you get close to her, she ends up in the hospital, nearly losing the baby.
Do you want to kill her?
Hasn't she suffered enough?
How could you put her life at risk for your selfish desires?
The baby is her life.
Mu Liang stepped back, step by step, for the first time feeling weak inside.
