When Xianyu came to the familiar villa, the first person she saw was not Atobu, but Yueying standing on the stairs holding a book. She looked at Xianyu with a half-smile.
"I knew you would come back." Yueying put her hand on the railing and walked down step by step.
Xianyu stood on the stairs and looked at the moon shadow quietly, biting her lower lip in silence.
In this war, the winner is Yueying; she loses in the end, and loses in a mess.
An evil smile appeared on Yueying's lips, and she showed the list in her hand in front of Xianyu, her eyes filled with jealousy.
"Haha..." She laughed softly, and then kept repeating the same sentence, "You are pregnant... You are pregnant..."
Xianyu looked at the almost crazy Yueying in front of her, feeling frightened for no reason.
Yueying laughed while tearing up the sheet, white pieces flying all over the sky, Yueying stood still in front of Xianyu.
"It's not the child of Brother Jingwu and me..." Yueying gently stretched out her hand and pushed Xianyu forward, "We can't stay."
Yueying's weird laughter echoed throughout the villa: "...Hahahahaha...Brother Jingwu belongs to me alone!"
Xianyu stood at the edge of the stairs. She had no idea that Yueying had this hand. She suddenly became weightless and rolled straight down the stairs. It hurt... it hurt... a warm current slipped from the top of her thigh.
Come down.
Xianyu pushed herself up and glanced at the top of her thighs. The red color hurt her eyes, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Ah!!" Xianyu's scream echoed throughout the villa, "My child...my child..."
As he said this, he tilted his head and fainted, tears falling across his eyes and falling on the floor.
There is nothing left.
Atobe rushed over from the door regardless of his image. The large pool of blood on the ground made him feel extremely eye-catching.
He was already standing at the door when Yueying pushed Xianyu, but... he didn't have time... he didn't have time...
"Brother Jingwu..." Yueying swallowed hard and tried to argue, "I...I didn't mean it..."
"Crack!"
A clear and resounding slap, no sloppiness.
"I don't have a sister like you." Atobe looked straight at Yueying who was lying limp on the ground, "Get out! Get out as far away as possible. Don't let me see you in this life."
The blood on the corners of Yueying's lips fell to the floor, interspersing with the large pool of blood on the ground. She cried and hugged Atobe's feet.
"Brother Jingwu... I can't live without you..." Yueying cried until her voice became hoarse, "I've liked you since I was a child. Why can't you see me... Why can't you see me?"
Atobe glanced at Yueying with disgust, resisted the urge to kick Yueying, and took his feet out of her arms.
"Don't make me sick anymore." Atobe didn't even look at her, and ran to the hospital with Xianyu in his arms.
Yueying lay on the floor, tears falling drop by drop, and the smile on her face was almost demented.
Why can't I see her?
She obviously loves her brother Keigo more than anyone else.
Yueying got up from the ground and stepped onto the stairs step by step, as if walking on a path of no return.
She looked at the last staircase and smiled softly.
Here is her.
The end of life.
Stepping on the railing and jumping down, the wind rustled in my ears: "Brother Jingwu, I will love you again in the next life..."
