Su Yin's words were like sharp jewels, cutting through the air.
Her words not only made Qi Jincheng's face look ugly, but they also affected herself.
What kind of man had she loved?
How could her former self have been so foolish?
How could she have foolishly thought that Qi Jincheng would fall in love with her and blindly sacrificed herself, only to end up as a double loss in a single corpse?
The eight-month-old baby, with fully developed limbs and a strong heartbeat.
"Ah—!"
An endless fury surged and erupted from within her, and Su Yin couldn't control herself.
Qi Jincheng had not anticipated such a strong reaction from Su Yin.
Even less did he expect that after losing control and screaming, she would faint. Seeing Su Yin about to fall, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Su Yin!!"
He called out in shock, but Su Yin was already unresponsive; he did not care anymore and quickly lifted her horizontally into his arms.