A loud and clear bolt of lightning suddenly sounded out as if it had split open a mountain and river. The heavy rain came pouring down from outside the window. Bright lightning enveloped the bed that was pushed to the delivery room.

The woman lying on the bed had a huge belly.

He wore a dark grey suit that was reserved, and his entire body emitted a coldness that made it difficult for strangers to get close to him. He narrowed his long and narrow eyes. His gaze was so cold that it seemed as if someone had rubbed a handful of ice dregs into it. Under the extremely cold gaze, it was hard to tell that there was a trace of nervousness.

The moment the doctor took the child out of her body, Wen Liang finally lost all of his strength. He completely lost consciousness, and then fell unconscious …

When he woke up again, the sky was already clear.

Last night's torrential rain had washed the entire Shu City clean and fresh.

The sunlight from outside the window passed through the thick leaves and onto the bed, causing the snow-white bed sheets to be particularly eye-catching.

The warmth on the bed, the paleness on her face, and the stabbing pain in her eyes opened. Although the sun outside the window was scorching, she felt as if she had fallen into an icehouse.

Memories from last night rushed into his mind like a slide show …

Suddenly, she seemed to have gone crazy as she turned around and sat up on the bed. She reached out her hand to cover the intense pain in her lower abdomen.

His stomach, which had been pregnant for the past seven months, had become flat overnight. It was as if there was never a living being born here. The heart-wrenching pain from last night struck again.

Warmth came to his senses, and he looked at his aunt who was standing not far away with a hoarse voice. "Aunt Qiao, where is my baby?"

Aunt Qiao woke up from her sleep after hearing the noise. With reddened eyes, she stepped forward and pulled on her warm hand as she consoled her with a pained heart, "Young madam, look at you. You just gave birth to a small child last night …"

Before Aunt Qiao even finished speaking, she had already lifted the quilt with a warm gesture.

The wound that she had sewn up last night had already been torn open by the intense movement just now. Bright red blood stained the snow-white gauze. Fresh blood oozed out from the cotton pajamas. It was a shocking sight to behold.

The two words Aunt Qiao had spoken of as "little baby" were like broken glass being crushed in her heart. It was extremely painful …

Warm tears gushed out of her eyes in an instant, she once again grabbed onto Aunt Qiao's rough hands as if she had gone mad. Her pupils contracted, and she shouted towards Aunt Qiao as if she had lost her soul: "Aunt Qiao, I want to meet Qi Ye. You asked him to return the child to me, I beg you, please let him return the child to me, I don't want anything, I only want my baby, I beg you … "

At the last moment, the hoarse voice became a plea. However, what responded to the warmth was only the long silence of the Aunt Qiao.

The heavy door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and a heavy sound could be heard.

Warmth raised his head and looked in the direction of the light.

They just saw Qi Ye wearing a black suit, as though he was a lord descending down to the earth as he walked in, the suit was so smooth that not even a crease could be seen. Standing in front of the warmth with his slender legs, he looked down at the woman in distress with a condescending gaze.

When she saw Qi Ye, it was as if she had grasped onto her last life-saving straw of hope. She tightly gripped onto the man's sleeve and asked him: "Qi Ye, where's our child? Tell me, is our child still alive? "

The warm voice was already hoarse from crying. The voice that was choked with sobs was completely different from its usual lively and graceful self.

Seeing the woman's pleading, a trace of coldness flashed across the man's handsome face.

After a moment of silence, he stared emotionlessly at the woman kneeling before him, who was on her last breath.

"Dead."

In that second, it was as if a pair of large, tired hands had firmly pulled out the warm heart from his chest. It was so painful that he could not feel it anymore.

Only in this second did she finally come to her senses. Her child, who was pregnant in October, her only kin, had truly died in the hands of the man she loved the most. She had firmly believed that fourteen years of love, all of her youth, had been buried in that night filled with rain and thunder …