C6 (1/2)

Qiao Xia's consciousness became blurry from the pain. Cold sweat started to appear on his forehead, and even his breathing unconsciously became hurried.

Seeing Qiao Xia like this, He Sanqing smiled in satisfaction.

She took out a pendant from her pocket and walked in front of Qiao Xia. She squatted down and held the strange dark black pendant and shook it.

Qiao Xia glanced at it, but felt it difficult to open his mouth.

”Aren't you looking for your child? ”Here, I've brought it for you.”

Hearing He Wanqing's words, Qiao Xia felt as if he had been electrocuted. He froze on the spot, her eyes staring straight at the pendant. It was as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out of her heart.

”No …” ”Impossible.”

She had already guessed a few points, but when He Wanqing said it herself, it was undoubtedly a death sentence for Qiao Xia.

He Yanqing held the black tablet and looked at it closely, saying with a sneer, ”This tablet was specially made by me by the master of Thailand.” I heard that a child who dies right after giving birth has a particularly strong grievance. Being a Buddha medallion is the most effective way to achieve this. We were sisters at least. I think you really can't bear to keep talking about this child.

Qiao Xia fiercely bit his lips until he could taste the rich smell of blood.

She couldn't tell if it was the pain from her wound or the pain in her heart. It was as if she had gone through a great tribulation. Her vision spun, and the world began to blur.

Qiao Xia instinctively stretched out his hand to grab the plate, but he was once again thrown to the ground by He Sanqing's evasive movements. Due to using too much strength, she fell heavily as well. Her forehead knocked against the hard marble and a hole was instantly created.

However, Qiao Xia couldn't care less about the blood that flowed downriver. She used her hands and feet to crawl towards He Yanqing. Blood dripped to the floor, leaving a long mark.

Xu Qing's tears had already dried. Her eyes were red as she stared at He Sanqing, staring at the buddhist tablet without blinking.

He Xianqing did not expect Xu Shiqing to be this angry. Her face was already covered in blood and her legs were bright red. Even so, Xu Shiqing continued to move towards He Xianqing.

He Sanqing was panicking a little. She threw away the buddhist medallion in her hand, panicking and wanted to escape.

”You lunatic, aren't you just a dead child? What are you doing?”

Saying so, He Sanqing ran out of the ward in a hurry.