In this lifetime, many things can be controlled, but there are also many things that cannot be controlled.
Gu Qianqian thought that after experiencing so many things, she was no longer afraid of anything.
But at this moment, touching her slightly bulging belly, she was already in tears: "Lu Zhanbei, believe me, I didn't kill her, I didn't..."
The same women, but choosing completely different ways of love.
Gu Qianqian didn't sympathize with Ling Weixuan's death; rather, the terrifying image of her before she died seemed imprinted in her mind. Just thinking about it made her feel scared, making it impossible for her to close her eyes.
"She hurt Mom, and then I... I saw it, and I argued with her, and then..."
She spoke haltingly, somewhat incoherent: "She took out a knife, I ran, but I couldn't outrun her, and in the end..."
"It was she who gripped my hand and stabbed herself with it, not me, not me..."
"Lu Zhanbei, believe me, believe me..."
