"My world crumbled, life reincarnated, and you remained as my only little lady—" Qiao Moling.

In Xuan City's June, living by the sea isn't as hot as imagined.

Yet, the erratic weather still inevitably makes one irritated and restless; the sea breeze that brushes past one's face doesn't bring a trace of coolness.

At about ten in the evening, Yan Xiluo sat on the balcony of the second-floor study, gently caressing her swollen belly.

"My precious one, you'll be able to see the world in just over twenty days. Mom will give you all the love she can give."

Perhaps in her life, this child was the only warmth she had in this world. She squinted her eyes, lost in her thoughts.

The cell phone on the desk "ding dong, ding dong" sounded. She quietly opened her eyes and glanced at the phone.

Slowly, she got up, picked up the phone and saw a video sent by "Yan Xiyun."

It was her older sister again, always either texts or videos. She had gotten used to it.

Gently covering her stomach, she instinctively opened the video.

In it, a naked man and woman were embracing on the bed…

"Moling, be gentle!" the woman cried out in bashful seduction!

The whole video was three minutes long, showing the man and woman's frenzied plunder and possession.

This video told Yan Xiluo that her husband was having an affair with her sister. Haha, she laughed — so hard that tears streamed down her face.

Slowly turning around, her hands covering her round belly, she began to tremble all over, totally drained of strength. Just as she was about to shakily take a step forward, her foot tripped over the thick carpet on the floor.

As she violently fell, a sharp pain surged in her abdomen, so intense it made breathing difficult in an instant. She tried to rise, but the tears in her eyes blurred her vision.

Despite the excruciating pain, she attempted to stand again. Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her leg, the overwhelming pain and despair caused her to faint before she could even let out a scream.

The bedroom door finally swung open, a servant spotted the young girl on the floor and called out, "Young Mistress, Young Mistress, what's wrong?"

Yan Xiluo's last conscious fragment was her butler Lin earnestly saying, "Young Mistress is going into labor, call the Young Master immediately!"

Then the blaring of ambulance sirens echoed in Yan Xiluo's ears...

When she opened her eyes again, the white hospital surroundings confirmed to Yan Xiluo that she was in a hospital.

The baby?

She tried turning her body to sit up, but a nurse was already there, setting up an IV drip for her.

Seeing her awake, the nurse immediately smiled and said, "Young Mistress, you're awake."

Yan Xiluo moved her mouth, trying to speak, but her throat was so dry she couldn't make a sound.

The nurse quickly picked up a cup of water from the bedside and helped her drink, "Young Mistress, what would you like to say?"

"My... my baby..." Yan Xiluo's voice was barely a whisper.

"..." The nurse paused, she finished setting up the drip for Yan Xiluo, looked at her sympathetically, "Please rest well, if you need anything, feel free to press the bell."

As the nurse turned to leave the room, Yan Xiluo caught hold of her arm, her voice hoarse, "Where is my child? Bring him to me!"

"Young Mistress... The baby... The baby didn't make it," said the nurse, lowering her head.

"What did you just say?" Yan Xiluo felt like a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over her from head to toe after hearing the nurse's words.

"Third young miss, I'm so sorry... The baby was born prematurely and suffocated… he didn't make it!" The nurse broke down in tears.

Yan Xiluo tightly held onto the nurse's arm, "No, that's impossible! He's not dead! He was happily kicking around in my belly every day, there's no way he could die! Quickly, bring him over to me!"

Yan Xiluo abruptly pulled the IV from her hand and without wearing any shoes, she ran out of the room.

Seeing the fresh blood dripping from her hand, the nurse hastily tried to stop her, "Third young miss, it's true, the baby has passed away. You should lay down. You're bleeding!"

"Get off me!"

Yan Xiluo mustered all her strength to push the nurse away, stumbling out of the room. Barefoot, she ran to the nursery and saw the doctor coming out.

She grabbed hold of him, "Where's my baby? Doctor, where's my baby?"

The doctor paused for a moment, seeing Yan Xiluo, "Third young miss, I'm sorry. The baby didn't survive because of the lack of oxygen when you fainted. You gave birth less than a week ago, you need good rest and care. You can have another child in the future."

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Yan Xiluo dropped her hand... The baby didn't survive due to lack of oxygen.

My dear, are you abandoning me as well?

I'm so sorry, my darling. Mama shouldn't have fainted. Tears rolled down her pale face.

"Third young miss. Third young miss, why aren't you wearing your shoes? You're going to catch a chill!" The housekeeper, Uncle Lin hurriedly brought over a pair of shoes for Yan Xiluo.

He had just left the room when the Third young miss woke up, he quickly dialled the young master's phone number.

As Uncle Lin was making the call, Yan Xiluo walked to the top of the staircase and began descending the stairs.

Standing behind a large pillar at the hospital entrance, she looked up at the sky, murmuring, "My dear, are you waiting for me in heaven? Mommy will come to be with you!"

At that moment, a car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Qiao Molì alighted hastily from the vehicle, not even bothering to close the door behind him, and hurriedly sprinted toward the elevator.

Yan Xiluo emerged from behind the pillar, took slow strides toward the car, climbed into the driver's seat and shut the door. Seeing the keys left in the ignition, she chuckled - but her laughter was tinted with despair.

Gently, she started the car, reversed, executed a U-turn and exited the hospital grounds.

When Qiao Molì exited the elevator and headed straight for the room, he was greeted by a deserted hospital bed with only a bundle of sheets remaining. Where had she gone?

At that moment, Uncle Lin dashed into the room breathlessly, exclaiming, "Young Master, the Third Young Mistress is missing!"

"She's missing? Didn't she just wake up?" Qiao Molì could feel his heart pounding uncontrollably, his eyelids twitching manically.

Distraught, he strode towards the balcony. His eyes widened as he spotted his car leaving the hospital -- he felt as though he had been winded.

"Xiluo!" Qiao Molì grabbed the car keys from Uncle Lin and jumped right off the balcony from the third floor, much to the shock of the nurses on the second floor who saw him whiz by like Spider-Man.

On the highway, Yan Xiluo was flooring the gas pedal, with Qiao Molì right on her tail. Seeing the speedometer needle climb higher and higher, he felt his head spinning.

Rolling down his window, he shouted desperately, "Xiluo, stop! It's dangerous! Listen to me!" Regardless of how loudly he yelled, Yan Xiluo didn't seem to hear a thing.

She drove onto the freeway, exiting out of Xuancheng, heading towards the coastal overpass.

By then, Qiao Molì was nearing his wit's end. He wanted to overtake her, stop her, but her car was moving at a terrifying speed. Even if he could stop it, she would be injured.

All he could do was to continue pleading, "My lady, I beg you, please stop!"

Yan Xiluo didn't hear any of the pleas from behind. All she could envision was her child waiting for her in heaven.

Her car crossed the sea level, directly onto the overpass.

Upon seeing the railings on the bridge, she smiled. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all. She could finally be with her child in heaven. The world was too vile, she yearned to depart swiftly!

As the railing drew closer, she kept her eyes open. With the car in the middle of the overpass, like an arrow, she slowly closed her eyes, her lips curling into a beautiful smile. She went straight for it...