Ding Chen Tai still bent his long legs and knelt down beside Meng Jingyi's corpse.
Her hands were protectively placed over her abdomen, already stiff and unable to straighten, showing that she was still thinking of protecting the child in her womb before she died.
Ding Chen Tai held her hand, her hand was so cold and stiff, devoid of any warmth. He looked at her unusually pale face and realized that from now on he would never see that unfamiliar smile and those cute dimples again.
His gaze fell on her still somewhat flat abdomen, and tears suddenly fell without warning.
He didn't know why he was so sad. His entanglement with her was merely to satisfy physical needs. He liked her calling out his name under him, whispering words of love like an orchid beside his ear.
Although he disdained her love, he shamelessly indulged in it, repeatedly seeking her out, spend the night in tender entanglement, deeply obsessed with her body.
