Fu Yin had a vacant look on her face as she walked slowly down the street.

Every morning, she would hate herself when she saw Lu Qi sleeping beside her. Revenge, revenge. In the end, she was the one that suffered the retaliation. She shared the same pillow as her enemy and in her tummy, she bore her own flesh and blood as well as that of her enemy’s. Every time she thought of this, the love and hatred in her heart would clash and she would feel herself crumbling.

“...Yin’er, you...