This child she had carried for nine long months, each day spent vomiting and bleeding, her bones aching with every stolen breath just to keep him alive inside her fragile, withering body.
This child she had almost died birthing, blood soaking the white sheets as she screamed herself hoarse under the surgeon's scalpel, praying to every god she knew just to see his little face for a second before darkness took her.
This child she had loved more than her own life.
But now.
Now, looking at him, clutching Bai Zhi's dress with such desperate devotion, sobbing for another woman while his real mother stood there trembling and broken with a kidnapper's knife to her own throat...
All Yueyao felt was disgust.
A deep, festering disgust that seeped into her bones until it made her stomach twist with nausea.
"Mommy… please… please don't hurt Mommy Zhi… I promise I will be good… I promise I will be good… I will listen to you forever… please…"
"Shut up."
