His steps staggered a few steps, and his eyes were empty and dull.
【Haoxuan, I love you.】
Leng Haoxuan lowered his head, his long eyelashes were moist and shiny. As long as he closed his eyes, scenes of Xia Zhenai being cruelly induced to give birth appeared in his mind.
Suddenly, a strange laughter erupted from the silent space.
His red eyes were full of pain-like pain.
Late that night, the entire villa reverberated with soul-shaking roars. The mournful voice was so shocking that people couldn't help crying...
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A pitch-black road, with crisp footsteps echoing in the distance.
A man wearing a black suit and a mask walked slowly to the end of the channel and gently opened an iron gate.
The environment inside is completely different from the environment outside.
It is a brightly lit room, unique and warm.
At this time, a middle-aged woman with a veiled face saw the person coming and suddenly asked, "Why are you here?"
The man closed his eyes and said quietly: "Where is she?"
The middle-aged woman sighed and shook her head helplessly.
The man frowned, walked directly to the bedroom, opened the door, and as soon as he stepped in, he saw Xia Zhenai curled up on the bed, her expression was dull, and there were random tears on her face.
From the moment she woke up and learned that her child was dead, she stopped eating or drinking, and cried hard but was unable to express her grief.
Her heart seemed to have died with the baby's departure.
The man paused slightly and looked straight at Xia Zhenai. After a long silence, his deep voice echoed: "You plan to continue like this.
Xia Zhenai seemed to be drowning in the pain of losing her son and turned a deaf ear to it.
The man stared at Xia Zhenai for a while, then turned around silently.
"Can you grant me death?"
Behind her, Xia Zhenai's hoarse voice suddenly sounded. This was her first sentence in the past few days.
The man stiffened and raised his eyebrows: "Do you really want to die that much?"
Xia Zhenai closed her eyes weakly, tears rolling down her face, filled with desperate pain.
Seeing something strange about her, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not you who should be damned."
Xia Zhenai smiled strangely and cried: "But it's not my baby that deserves to die. It should be me that deserves to die. Why do you do this to me...why..."
The man's eyes flickered, and his face under the mask swayed slightly.
The middle-aged woman standing at the door had tears in her eyes. She could no longer see Xia Zhenai's heartbroken look and couldn't help but blurt out: "Your child is not dead -"
The man frowned and looked at the middle-aged woman with warning in his eyes.
Xia Zhenai's wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and she rolled her eyes in disbelief. She got up from the bed, threw herself at the man, clutched his clothes tightly, and trembled: "My baby...isn't dead?"
The man frowned, looked deeply at Xia Zhenai for a long time, and then suddenly nodded.
Xia Zhenai's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and she was extremely excited: "Where is the baby...cough cough cough..."
The man's eyes flashed across something complicated. Without saying a word, he picked up Xia Zhenai and walked out of the bedroom to the isolation room at the end.
The man put Xia Zhenai down, turned off the fingerprint cipher on the side, and the isolation window in front of him slowly opened——
As the isolation window rose up little by little, Xia Zhenai saw the baby lying in the incubator. The little guy was still very young, quiet and calm.
Xia Zhenai's eyes flickered, and a long-lost smile finally appeared on her fair face. She was immersed in the lost feeling, and her eyes were filled with light: "This is my...baby?"
The man glanced slightly sideways, looked at Xia Zhenai, and said in a deep voice: "It's a boy, only seven months old."