"Say it again!" Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth, and the force in his hand began to increase once more.
Ji Anning's lips curled into a cold arc, enlarging as she enunciated each word clearly, repeating that heart-wrenching sentence, "So why should I keep your child?"
"You…" The murderous look in Ji Chicheng's eyes flared as he tightened his grip on her, his other hand raised.
Ji Anning closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and did not resist in the slightest.
Her beautiful face, perfectly delicate features, and coldly defiant attitude stopped Ji Chicheng's hand, which had been raised mid-air.
Then he clenched his fist and violently smashed it into the wall behind Ji Anning.
With a 'thud', the blow did not land on her face, but instead struck her heart. She kept her eyes closed, daring not to open them, because the tears couldn't be held back.
"It would have been better if I had just let you die back then."
