So, I was nothing more than a portable blood bank for his beloved! A lifeline for him and Vanessa!
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, shattering on the cold floor. I could no longer hold the bowl of bird's nest porridge; it crashed to the ground with a clatter, shards flying everywhere. One shard cut my ankle, and blood mixed with the warm porridge spread across the floor, causing excruciating pain.
But this little bit of pain is nothing compared to even a fraction of what's in my heart.
That was a pain that ripped out your heart and bones, a pain that tore your liver and gallbladder apart.
Even though most of my bone marrow has been removed and my body is already depleted, why does my heart still ache so terribly?
Footsteps came from the study.
I trembled with fear, like prey whose tail had been stepped on. Ignoring the wound on my foot and the mess on the floor, I clutched my chest and stumbled back to my room. I locked the door behind me, leaned against it, and gasped for breath, my whole body shaking.