He lost everything: his role as a husband, a father, a grandson, a son.
He lost to the Mo Shiche who once loved Luo Qiangwei deeply.
He didn't deserve to be him.
He didn't deserve to recall those memories, to possess the recollections of their love.
And he didn't deserve... to love her again.
Mo Shiche bowed his head deeply, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, mixed with the taste of blood that surged up, and he spoke in an extremely hoarse voice, "The child... how did we lose it?"
He even wanted to hear the confirmation that it was Luo Qiangwei who had killed the child; in his twisted thoughts, at least that way, she would have a little guilt and cruelty—could he still have a tiny chance to love her.
But in the next second, Liansu's voice cruelly rang in his ears, "It was Sheng Miao who had Bu Wei intercept us, in the forest less than ten kilometers from the cemetery, and had the doctor perform a Caesarean section on the spot."
Caesarean section.
