"Ah... it hurts so much, why can't I remember her name, why!"
He only remembered that she was injured in an explosion, gasping for breath in his arms... the rest, he couldn't recall.
Jiang Ruan's lips curved beneath her mask, "Even if you could remember, what good would it do? The woman you owe and the child in her belly are already dead, their bones crushed to dust, blown to bits without a trace left."
Zhan Xiaohan stopped in his tracks, slowly raising his eyes to gaze into hers.
"What did you... say!"
Jiang Ruan said mockingly, "Oh, but that's not quite true. I've seen the news; she left a whole body behind, after a long struggle she was pulled from misery. As you wished, she and the child inside her won't bother your sweet life anymore."
"No... she's not dead, she's not dead!"
One word at a time.
The man's voice was hoarse and strenuous, his pale and handsome face twisted with ferocity, adding a touch of viciousness.