Everyone turned to look at Shi Xiaonian, only to see the cup of water dropping to the ground, water dripping all over, the cup shattering into pieces and the piece falling to the ground.
Sitting on the chair, Shi Xiaonianâs face suddenly filled with pain. She placed her hand on her stomach and cried out in pain, âIt hurts, it hurts âŠâ
A voice sounded.
After the sky spun and the earth spun, Shi Xiaonian was carried away by someone, her face was pale white without a trace of blood, her sweat pouring out, and only a white mask could be seen swaying.
Shi Xiaonian cried out in pain, lying on the operation table as she was completely unable to control herself. The pain that came from her body was like surging waves, as though he wanted to swallow her up.
In the midst of this chaos, Shi Xiaonian heard Charlesâs low voice floating over from a certain direction, âHave you already informed the Madam?â
âYes, Iâve already used the code word to speak to the maid beside the madame.â Someone answered.
âWhat did Madame say?â
âThe servant said that the madame was at dinner and that the oath of the second young master and Miss Lancaster was about to begin, and that perhaps the madame would not be able to make it in time.â
The oath began.
Everything seemed so ironic and sad.
She wanted to grab at something, but she couldnât. The feeling of not being able to grab anything made the pain even worse.
When everything was ready, Shi Xiaonian was still in pain, but there were still no signs of production.
A few people began to talk, and then they started to laugh at the same time and gossip about the aristocrats.
Amid the bright lights, warm applause rang out.
That warmth made her feel slightly better.
The slightly upturned corners of his eyes revealed a tinge of femininity.
There was a scar on his brow.
But he was not Eyebrow-scar Doctor, Eyebrow-scar Doctor would not have such a gaze.
Shi Xiaonian looked at him blankly. Her vision was a little blurry and stiff, and she couldnât even feel the pain anymore. Why did he look so much like a person.
Thatâs impossible.
She saw a familiar face, his darker eyebrows, his long, narrow, gentle eyes, his long eyelashes âŠ
A wave of grief spread in her heart.
âYou didnât die.â
Beginning of a Thousand.
Mu Qianchu.
He actually didnât die, she knew that. He definitely wouldnât die, definitely not.