A resounding flash of lightning, like a sudden spilt in the mountains and rivers, echoed abruptly, the torrential rain outside the window surged violently. The bright lightning momentarily enveloped the bed being pushed towards the delivery room.
The woman lying on the bed, her belly swollen with pregnancy.
Droplets of water or sweat, she couldn't tell, wet the strands of hair on her forehead and clung to her fair complexioned skin. Dressed in a white maternity dress, the sight of blood between her legs was incredibly alarming.
Accompanying her was another pregnant woman. Yet, between the two women, there was just one man.
Dressed in a restrained deep grey suit, he exudes an aura that warned others to keep their distance. His narrow eyes slightly squinted, his gaze was so cold, as though a handful of icy shavings had been rubbed into them. Under his icy stare, it was difficult to detect the subtle hint of tension.
The two pregnant women were hurriedly rushed into the delivery room by the doctors and nurses.
Who knew how much time had passed.
Suddenly, the door to the delivery room was pushed open from the inside, a heavy sound resonating.
The nervous Dean approached, looking at the man's tall back, he carefully reported, "Mr. Qi, the blood bank in the hospital is in an urgent situation. Both Miss Yue and your wife have the same blood type, we can only prioritize saving one child first. Should we save your wife's child or..."
The Dean felt a chilling sensation creeping up his spine and was too frightened by Qi Ye's intimidating demeanor to finish his sentence.
In the delivery room, Wen Nuan, who was already drained from screaming and crying, could nonetheless hear the words outside the operation room all too clearly.
"Save Yue Lan." The man's cold voice, as though forged from ice, echoed outside the door.
In that moment, Wen Nuan felt as though her heart was being painfully ripped from her chest, numbed by the pain. Clear as day, she was Qi Ye's rightfully wedded wife, yet at this life or death moment, she heard her husband choose to save their lover's child.
By the time the doctor took the child from her body, Wen nuan was completely exhausted, totally losing consciousness, and then fainted.
When she woke up, the sky was clear.
The torrential rain last night had washed the entire Shu City clean, making it rejuvenated.
The scorching sun outside the window penetrated through the thick leaves and shed upon the bed of the ward, making the white sheets particularly glaring.
Warmina, lying on her bed, pale in face, opened her painfully stinging eyes. Though the sunlight outside the window was harsh, she felt cold all over like she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The memories of last night came pouring into her mind like a slideshow in an instant...
All of a sudden, she sat up from her bed like she had gone mad, covering her severely aching stomach.
Her belly, which had been pregnant for seven months, had returned to its initial flat state overnight. It seemed as if there had never been a tiny living life growing inside her. The heartrending pain from last night came back again.
Warmina, just waking up from a dream, huskily asked the aunt nearby, “Aunt Qiao, where's my baby?"
Startled awake by Warmina's voice, Aunt Qiao immediately teared up, comforted Warmina with a broken heart as she took Warmina's hand, "Young Lady, you just miscarried last night..."
Before Aunt Qiao could continue, Warmina threw off the quilt.
The wound that had been just sewed up last night had already been split apart again due to her violent movement just now. The white gauze was soaked in bright red blood. The blood seeped through the cotton, and it was horrifying.
The word "miscarriage" from Aunt Qiao's mouth was like rubbing broken glass into her heart, the pain was unbearable...
Tears welled up in her warm eyes. Once again, she grabbed Aunt Qiao's slightly rough hand, her eyes shrank suddenly, as if she had lost her soul, she yelled at Aunt Qiao, “Aunt Qiao, I want to see Qi Ye. Let him return my baby to me. I beg you, I beg you to let him return my baby to me. I don't want anything else, I only want my baby, I beg you..."
Her husky voice turned into pleading at the end. However, the only response to Warmina was Aunt Qiao's long silence.
The heavy door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from outside, making a heavy noise.
Warmina lifted her head, looking towards the source of light.
Qi Ye, dressed in a deep black suit, advanced into the room with regality, like a monarch under heaven. Not a wrinkle could be seen on the smooth fabric. The man stood steadfast in front of Wen Nuan, ruling her with an elevated look, casting his gaze down upon the woeful woman.
Upon seeing Qi Ye, Wen Nuan, like she had grasped her final lifeline, desperately clung onto the man's sleeve. She asked him, "Qi Ye, where is our child? Tell me, our child is still alive, right? He's still alive, isn't he?"
Wen Nuan's voice turned hoarse from crying, her sobbing voice drastically different from her usual vivacious and melodious tone.
Looking at the woman's plea, a chill slid across Qi Ye's handsome visage.
After a moment of silence, he looked emotionlessly at the woman kneeling before him, at the brink of the end, coldly letting two words slip through his cool lips.
"Gone."
That moment, Wen Nuan's heart seemed to be wrenched out of her chest by an invisible hand. The pain was so excruciating she lost all senses.
It was then that her realization abruptly hit her. The life she had borne for ten months, her sole kin, is truly extinguished by the hand of the man she loved the most. The love she believed in for fourteen years, all her youth had been buried that tumultuous night...