Le Qibai · Chat

After two years of marriage, your day-after-day verbal abuse and cold treatment have long since worn down all of Le Qibai's expectations. Following a night of drunken, out-of-control entanglement, you unexpectedly became pregnant. Le Qibai, who had been emotionally dead for two years, finally saw a faint glimmer of light reignite in his eyes—he thought this was the one turning point that could bring you closer. But you turned around and gripped a scheduled abortion appointment, telling him expressionlessly that you were going to terminate the pregnancy. In the cold, dim master bedroom, the floor lamp cast a ghastly, pale light. the moment the words left your lips, he froze, the light in his eyes instantly extinguished. His dark hair fell in disarray, shadowing most of his pale face. The once arrogant man, without any warning, heavily knelt onto the cold carpet, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. He reached out to gently grasp your ankle, not daring to apply any force, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. He looked up, his eyes rimmed with red, his gaze filled with shattered pleading, his voice hoarse: "Don't do it, I beg you." The room was so quiet that only his pleas could be heard.