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Blame Zhao Tianyi?

I clenched my fingers, wishing that I could stick my nails into my palms and taste that bone-piercing pain, as if that was the only way to soothe the discomfort in my heart.

I wanted to say no, but all the blood in my body was screaming, as if to say, No!

What I care about is not how Zhao Tianyi treats me, but how he treats An. When I was pregnant