“Oh, Mom forgot to tell you,” Liu Qiusi said, gently stroking her face. “Your ectopic pregnancy was dangerous and at risk of massive bleeding. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. Okay, Mom needs to go process the paperwork with the lawyer. Rest well.” She then hurriedly left the hospital room with the lawyer.
Ou Xueman sat up in shock, her trembling hand reaching towards her lower abdomen. The word “child” flashed in her mind, followed by a wave of pain.
The child, a life that once existed, was lost before she could feel presence. She covered the area tightly, as if expressing her belated love and guilt through her hands.
Tears slid down, moistening her clothes where the child had once been. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to wail, crying softly.
A tall figure overshadowed her, his coldness driving away the sunlight.
“Even if it wasn’t an ectopic pregnancy, this child was not to be,” he said in a low, emotionless voice, as if speaking about a stranger.
Looking at him with tear-filled eyes, the blurred image of his heartlessness pierced through the teardrops into her heart, leaving a deep wound. Such complex pain made her unable to endure it any longer.
“Ah—” A desolate cry echoed through the quiet hospital room.
The door suddenly opened, and a figure rushed in, striking Di Xihuang’s face.
“Di Xihuang, you’re inhuman,” Tong Yifeng, no longer gentle, was filled with rage.
“Brother Yifeng,” Ou Xueman called, reaching out to him, “Take me away, I don’t want to stay here.”
Tong Yifeng glanced at Di Xihuang lying on the ground, coldly snorted, and carried her out of the room. From that moment, she ended her identity as Tong Yixuan and returned to her original identity.
Her magic was about to disappear, and becoming Cinderella again was not her choice. When Tong Yifeng wanted to take her to England, she refused. For many years, she had lived under someone else’s identity. Now she should return to the beginning and become Ou Xueman again, the one abandoned and forgotten.
[Not Wanting to Say I Love You: Chapter Twenty-One, Eight Years Later]
Suddenly awake, she discovered dried tear tracks on both sides, dampening a warm area on her hair and pillow.
