The attitude of the Xie family towards him has always been this indifferent, and Lu Ziyuan doesn't mind.
Only his heart more firmly believes in that far-fetched speculation.
—The woman inside really has a deep relationship with his brother-in-law.
He glanced at the closed door of the birthing room.
It's very quiet inside.
The cries from yesterday have stopped, but with his hearing, he can still hear through the closed door the footsteps of the busy midwives, the voices of comfort, and… the rapid breathing of the woman in labor, suppressing her pain.
A familiar dull pain came from his chest again, Lu Ziyuan's brow slightly furrowed.
He had long been accustomed to this heart condition, and now could even find a bit of pleasure in the pain.
There are many ways to punish oneself, but the pain from the heart is his favorite.
So straightforward, irresistible, pain that he deserves.
Constantly reminding him of how much he has failed.
