With just one stab, Ling Chuxia's child would be gone again, and she would never have the chance to have another child in this lifetime.
Shi Che and Ling Chuxia would both be in immense pain, unable to keep their first child, and now their second.
Unconsciously, she imagined Shi Che and Ling Chuxia's pained expressions, feeling an uncontrollable excitement as if the scene was already playing out in front of her.
However, suddenly her wrist was seized by a force, stopping the knife intended for Ling Chuxia's abdomen, just an inch away. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't overpower the strength of the hand gripping her wrist.
Ling Yunshu raised her eyes in disbelief, knowing Ling Chuxia couldn't possibly have such strength, and this hand didn't seem to belong to Ling Chuxia.
Sure enough, the moment she looked up, the unfamiliar face of a man loomed before her eyes.
A man? How could it be a man? Why not Ling Chuxia?
