The scene changed. She was back in that deserted and abandoned factory.
The amniotic fluid in her lower body, tainted with blood, spread across the ground below her. She lay in the centre of this fluid as the two babies squirmed in her womb.
There wasn’t a single soul around.
She couldn’t voice a word.
The heart-wrenching pain and sense of despair consumed her.
In the darkness, Mu Xichen lay beside her. When he heard her calling out that name, a void grew in his heart.
Every night in her dreams, she’d be calling out Mu Donglin’s name.
It wasn’t just this time.
It was every time.
At this point, Li Beinian’s face was tear-streaked as she unconsciously moved her hands and feet.
She seemed to be struggling and whimpering softly. Her voice was soft and barely audible.
Mu Xichen shut his eyes and tried to convince himself not to listen too closely.
Just as he was about to get up, Li Beinian suddenly cried, “Help…”
Mu Xichen froze and looked at her sideways.
Li Beinian’s eyes were still shut and her cries were broken and desperate.
Eventually, he couldn’t help but lean closer.
She said, “Ah Chen, our children…”
Right from the start, she did not open her eyes. Her voice was soft and broken.
However, the iciness in the man’s body largely vanished as he listened to this raving.
Her hands were flailing and she was crying. “Save… the children…”
Mu Xichen held her tightly and pressed his face against hers. He whispered into her ear, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”
Li Beinian grabbed his hand tightly and raised her voice. “Help!”
Mu Xichen could sense her urgency. It was as if she had found a life-saver at the brink of death.
The moment she grabbed him, it seemed that he became all of her hope.
He felt a sharp pang in his heart, but a heavy sense of responsibility kept him unusually calm.
Embracing her, he said softly, “I’m here, Ah Nian. It’s fine.”
Li Beinian panted as she heard the man’s voice. She was still not fully conscious.
She looked sideways, but before she could clearly make out the man’s face, he had pressed his lips firmly against hers.
She could taste his aggressive scent.
She was being pinned down by him. Feeling compelled to be closer to him, she held his hands.
His unique scent wafted from his body to fill her nostrils, then her soul.
Li Beinian felt as though a fish bone was stuck in her throat. Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.
It was him.
Mu Xichen pressed himself against her and kissed her deeply. He pried open her mouth like he had done many times, and breathed her in deeply.
Pressing her legs down, he raised her hands above her head.
He held her like he owned her, his movements driven by his strong possessiveness and wild aggressiveness.
His movements were strong, but it had nothing to do with lust.
He simply wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and declare his ownership.
Li Beinian realized his intention and the lingering fear in her heart dissipated.
She raised her head slightly and went from being passively submissive to actively inviting.
She shut her eyes and gave in to the intimate moment with him.
After some time, Mu Xichen finally relaxed his hold on her. Still resting on top of her, he asked. “The children in your dream… how did they die?”
Li Beinian’s breathing was heavy. Her eyelashes fluttered when she heard his question.
“You kept calling Mu Donglin’s name.” Mu Xichen let go of her hand and wiped away her tears with his thumb. It was hard to decipher his emotions as he remarked, “You had a dream about him, again.”