"Right," she stretched her hand out to caress her belly, "baby, are you still there?"
She let her arm fall in despair, her heart bleeding with pain, she had died, the baby was surely no longer there.
Hei Luan watched her reaction with cold eyes, and as she fell into utter dejection, he slowly began to speak:
"Don't worry, your child is not dead."
Feng Yueya was stunned as if she hadn't heard him clearly.
Hei Luan continued, "I originally intended to merge with you, to return to the past. However, it seems impossible now."
He lowered his gaze, suddenly silent, looking somewhat forlorn.
Feng Yueya heard him clearly this time, and she scoffed:
"That's obvious, isn't it? I'm dead, you certainly can't merge with me now."
She didn't know whether to feel relieved or to regret.
If only she hadn't died…
Even possessed by Hei Luan, she wanted to live.
But she no longer had that chance.
