"Enough." Jiang Jing couldn't help but reprimand, "You love me, so does loving me mean you can hurt innocent people? Does loving me give you the right to drive Jian Fang mad? She's about the same age as you, she should be living a wonderful life, but she's lost her mind, and now she's dead from jumping off a building. If all this is because you love me, then your love is too heavy—I can't bear it."
"What do you mean?" Gu Mingzhu said excitedly, "You say Jian Fang jumped to her death, but it has nothing to do with me!"
Gu Mingzhu felt the pain in her abdomen intensify. She clutched her belly, Jiang Jing's icy questions echoing in her ears, the pain growing sharper and sharper. At first, she still argued with Jiang Jing, but later, she didn't even have the strength to keep fighting.
She leaned against the car door, her face pale as snow, one hand supporting her belly, the pain making her unable to bear it.
