The doctor had directly informed him last night about Ning Wan's miscarriage, making him suddenly feel like a caged beast surrounded by dense thorns. Any slight movement would cause the sharp thorns to pierce his skin, causing a pervasive pain throughout his body, with nowhere to hide and no escape.
As if sensing something, the warmth from the palm of her hand slowly calmed Ning Wan down, and she gradually fell quietly back into deep sleep.
Xi Mohan looked at her pale, bloodless face, and the intense pain in his heart surged again. Yet, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a cold smile, a smile of self-mockery.
As for his feelings for Ning Wan, he had always been very clear about what he felt for her. Otherwise, he would not have repeatedly possessed her and even tried in every way to keep her by his side, willing to drag her down to hell with him if he were to go there.
