"Mo Qian..."
Ji Wei was still shouting, her voice sounding fragile and distant in the night.
The black sedan indifferently sped away from the manor, disappearing into the depths of the night.
Ji Wei's bloodshot eyes stared at the increasingly distant taillights. The cool night breeze, mixed with drizzle, struck her face, yet she remained oblivious.
Her hands and feet were already numb from the cold, her jet-black hair veiled with a layer of mist from the rain, and the shoulders of her coat were soaked through.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly moved her fingers. Her nearly frozen fingers struggled to clench. She raised her trembling hand, and low sobs escaped through her fingers, unbearably sorrowful in the chill of the night...
Even in her weeping, Ji Wei stifled her cries. She feared that the baby in her belly would sense her sadness and feel it too.
Every breath seemed to stab pain into her chest, leaving her unable to catch her breath.
