Gu Shaocheng looked up at the sky, allowing the rain to beat down on his face.
His fists clenched tighter and tighter, as if his bones were about to burst through his skin.
A group of his subordinates took the chance to scramble away, leaving only him and her between heaven and earth.
"Shaocheng, tell me, what happened? Is it your illness acting up again?"
"It's nothing, I told you I would stay with you, don't do this, don't torture yourself like this, you still have me, and our baby, don't you even want the baby?"
Gu Shaocheng slowly lowered his head, pushed her away, and exhaustedly fell backwards, splashing up countless droplets:
"No, there's someone, dying too cheaply!"
He wished he could grind his bones to dust, but the person was already dead, dying so swiftly and decisively, leaving him no way to vent his fury! The fire in his heart burned too fiercely, unquenchable!
Knowing such a truth, how could he allow Miyai to die so easily!
