C61 (2/2)

Yang Ziying stood up in a hurry, looking at the pain and struggle of Jing Xiaoxiao, she was panicking and did not know what to do. She wiped the sweat off Mo Xiaoxiao, and asked urgently, ”Xiao Ran, don't be angry, we can talk about this later, I'm just too scared, do you want to drink water, Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, I can't call a doctor for you. Everyone made me give up on the child in your stomach, but I can't, because he is Meng Han's only bloodline, I can't lose my son, even if he is born a freak, I will raise him properly.”

Yang Ziying cried, her tears rolling down her face.

All these years she had been tormented to the point where she wanted to give virtue to her son so that he would recover quickly and become a normal person. She wanted to do beauty work and go to the temple to burn incense so that she could stay calm and not let the strings in her head burst open.

Yang Ziying was on the verge of collapse. Just what kind of evil had she done to deserve this.

Mo Xiaoxiao was in excruciating pain, but she still heard Yang Ziying's words. Her hands tightly gripped the bed sheet as she gasped for air.

The pain in her stomach gradually faded as she panted silently. Her clothes were already soaked with sweat, and it was as if she had been fished out of the water. Exhaustion and weakness controlled every cell in her body.

Silent Xiao Ran closed her eyes and slowly slowed her breathing. The current her did not even have the strength to think.

He was so tired that he almost fainted after changing his clothes.

”Xiao Yan, eat some porridge. I will personally make all three meals for you in the future.”

Porridge? She knew that if she didn't eat the congee, she wouldn't even last three days. Right now, she could already feel the breath of death.

Xiao Yuelin waited until Yang Ziying walked out of the room before using her eyes to ask her wife.

”She's asleep.” Yang Ziying looked at the somewhat haggard Xiao Yuelin, her heart ached and she gritted her teeth in anger: ”You men have committed sins, but why do you have to suffer from us women?”

If she had known that the Xiao family had such a strange disease, she would have avoided Xiao Yuelin.

Xiao Yuelin pinched out the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand. He was only silent when he heard his wife's rebuke and hatred. They could not disobey Xiao Zhenhai's decision, Xiao Yuelin knew that this was the right decision.

One Xiao Menghan was already putting the Xiao family in danger. If another one appeared, Xiao Yuelin would not be able to keep the poison from mutating.

”I'm tired. No matter what, Xiao Yan's body is very weak. If you want to die, then do it now.” After Yang Ziying finished her sentence, she glanced at a dark figure walking down the stairs, then turned around and returned to her room.

The source of the pain was all from his father-in-law, but the ones suffering were the juniors.

Yang Zi was full of resentment, but there was no way for him to reason with his father-in-law.

Xiao Zhenhai stood in front of Yang Ziying, holding back all her anger and resentment.

Silent Dye was asleep, but he was still awake. The dreamland that was floating and sinking was tightly wrapped by her.

His beautiful black eyes flickered, and every time his long eyelashes fluttered, crystal clear tears would fall down, sliding down her white and tender face. Her young and tender voice sounded from the depths of his mind, ”Mother, you don't want me anymore? ”Mom, Mom.”

Tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes. She was still floating in her dreams, but her body was crying because of excessive grief.

As Xiao Zhenhai watched, his expression became increasingly grave and pained. He turned around and slowly walked out. His body, which had always stood tall and straight like a pine tree, was now somewhat stooped.