A girl's piercing scream completely shattered the peace within the house.
Li Zaijun's face was pale, a numb feeling spreading from her fingertips. It was as if a buzzing sound filled her head, and she felt herself on the verge of collapsing.
Yes, witnessing this scene forced her to ponder deeply.
The fragmented images and blurred memories from the previous night gradually surfaced, those moments before she lost consciousness were all so terrible, chaotic, unbearable.
So, what had happened to her now was self-evident, wasn't it?
No.
It couldn't be that, could it?
She just felt unwell, her head heavy, and the most crucial part—
Her fingers trembling lightly, she slowly pulled back the covers.
And—
Before her gaze could even drop to her thighs, a striking red on the white sheets caught her eye.
Her pupils tightened abruptly, staring at the red on the sheets. She was breathless, her face instantly drained of all color.
Her thick eyelashes quivered slightly.
