"Evening the score?" Mo Shiche's lips curled into a cold laugh, his fingers suddenly tightening, squeezing Sheng Miao's face red and nearly suffocating her. He leaned into her face, "That knife you wielded on Tangtang's belly, and my child that died, what have you to repay for that?"
She struggled to enunciate, "She deserved it! Why should she be the one to have your child, why should I have to bear Bu Wei's child?"
Sheng Miao stared at the face before her, which bore a six parts resemblance to Muo Huangnian, and for a moment she couldn't even remember why she had saved this man in the first place. Was it because he looked like Huangnian... or was it for some other reason?
And the five years she had spent by his side, was it because she loved him as she did Huangnian... or was it for something else? She didn't dare think too hard.
