Bang!

Li Buyan watched the door close and dragged her frail body to the bathroom.

The image of herself in the mirror was terrifying. In just one day, how did she become so fragile?

She washed her face, wiped away the tear stains, but the red blood vessels in her eyes remained conspicuous.

She didn’t even have a chance to see Li Xingle, didn’t even ask if he was ill, and he was already gone.

How much he must not want to deal with her?

It was half an hour later before food was delivered.

With just one taste, Li Buyan knew this wasn’t made by Li Xingle.

She wanted to vomit, but for the baby’s nutrition, she forcefully held it in. Having not eaten all day, she ate a lot.

The rain outside had stopped, Li Xingle wouldn’t let her leave, but could she go out for a walk?

"Can I go out?"

The maid looked at her, "Sir didn’t say you couldn’t go out."

Does that mean she could go out?

She threw on a coat and went out.

She didn’t see Li Xingle anywhere along the way, the manor smelled of grass and earth.

Today would probably be a sunny day.

She walked slowly, a wide expanse of swaying red roses appeared in front of her, with a faint fragrance in the air.

She smiled faintly as she walked over, thinking how nice it would be to be a flower, carefree and blossoming so beautifully.

She picked a flower, held it to her nose, but as she got closer, the flower didn’t seem as fragrant.

She regretted picking it.

It still looked best on the stem.

The old saying "Pluck the flower while it blooms, don’t wait until there are no flowers to pluck the empty branch" was a lie!

She lowered her head, about to find a place to put the flower when a glance made her pupils widen and the flower drop from her hand onto the ground.

Among the flowers, there stood a wooden plaque.

It read: Tomb of my child, erected by Li Xingle.

Li Buyan blinked, slowly squatted down, and ran her fingers over the plaque. The writing was still fresh.

The baby’s tombstone?

Her memory seemed to drift back over three years ago, when she went to the hospital alone and mercilessly aborted their baby.

"Ah..."

She opened her mouth, crying out only "Ah..."

"Mommy is sorry, it’s Mommy’s fault, it’s Mommy’s fault..."

"Baby, Mommy is sorry, ah..."

On the upper floor of the manor, Li Xingle stood at the window, watching the figure kneeling on the ground, as Shen Zhi’s words echoed in his mind.

[boss, Li Changxin and Li Changxiao are not biological brothers! You and your wife are not blood-related! Great, the little boss can be born smoothly! It must be a cute baby!]

They are not blood-related.

Not!

He could finally be with her, she no longer had any excuses to block him.

But he couldn’t feel happy.

Their baby was just mercilessly aborted by her yesterday, and now he had to tell her there was no blood relation between them?

No, such a vile woman should suffer the torment of her conscience. She killed two living beings!

It was their child who died!

His gaze remained on the lithe figure, suddenly, she collapsed.

Li Xingle acted without thinking, his body rushed out instinctively.

When he reached the garden, he saw her pale face lying on the ground, clutching that wooden plaque he had made himself.

He threw the plaque aside, picked her up, and rushed back to the room.

On the large bed, the doctor was diagnosing her.

He clearly wanted to punish her, yet his body uncontrollably worried about her, and his heart almost shattered for her.