Chapter 1888: Chapter 1888: Pregnant 1
"What happened!"
Yang Zixin growled lowly.
Seeing Xia Weibao in this half-dead state, even as an outsider, he felt heartache.
This is the destruction of a person.
The little maid who followed quickly stepped forward and explained everything.
She had always been taking care of Xia Weibao, so she knew very well.
After listening, Yang Zixin was speechless.
Long Xuanye’s love was too obsessive, too insane!
He walked to the bedside, and Xia Weibao had already calmed down.
Her body was already weak, how could she endure such torment, she was already exhausted.
At this moment, she lay powerlessly on the bed, like a sick beauty, pitiful to behold.
Yang Zixin’s breath caught; this woman, even though she was sickly with barely half her life left, even though her white face had no color, even though she was withered losing all her glow, was stunningly beautiful.
Sickly beauty, weak and pitiable, which further aroused a man’s protective instinct.
With a faint sigh in his heart, such a temptress, is it any wonder that men would find her hard to resist?
No wonder Lu Hualiang and Long Xuanye would go crazy for her!
Looking at the woman lying on the bed, Yang Zixin felt a bit guilty, for he had also assisted in Xia Weibao’s current captivity.
"Miss Xia, why do you have to hurt yourself?"
Xia Weibao didn’t speak, she didn’t even have the strength to open her mouth.
Yang Zixin continued, "Even if not for yourself, think of those who care about you. If he knows how you’re mistreating yourself, how heartbroken would he be?"
Even he felt unbearable to watch, and if her family or loved one saw her, it would probably break their hearts.
Xia Weibao’s eyes flickered with pain afterward.
Her heart felt like it was being pricked, stabbing her constantly.
"Don’t you want to see him again, the person you like?"
This was Long Xuanye’s territory, so it wasn’t appropriate to mention Lu Hualiang’s name.
Long Xuanye was too terrifying for him to provoke.
Xia Weibao’s heart ached painfully as she closed her eyes, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
Will she ever, see him again?
Yang Zixin felt a weight on his chest, "As long as you’re alive, there’s hope, right?
If one dies, then they would truly never be able to meet again."
After speaking, he turned and left.
He knew, with Long Xuanye’s means, Xia Weibao might never see Lu Hualiang in this lifetime.
Those words were only to give her a thought.
To give her hope to live.
If a person is in despair, death would not be far off.
Arriving at the study, he saw Long Xuanye sitting on the swivel chair behind the desk, his back turned to the door, Yang Zixin couldn’t see his expression.
Yang Zixin was in a difficult position, thinking of Xia Weibao’s withered appearance, he cautiously spoke up.
"Brother Long, I just went to see Xia Weibao."
The man on the leather chair stiffened but said nothing.
Yang Zixin continued, "She’s in a bad state, thinner, withered, she seems to be ill."
Long Xuanye’s hand supporting his forehead trembled, he closed his eyes, suppressing the emerging heartache and reluctance.
"Brother Long, don’t you love her, why torment her like this? Isn’t it enough that she would be happy?"
Long Xuanye’s eyes flew open, filled with determination, "Her happiness, only I can give!"
Only if she loves him again, accepts him, will she find true happiness!
He turned around, a sharp look in his eyes, "Lu Hualiang will only clip her wings, imprison her freedom, and can’t give her happiness at all!"
The tone was a bit fierce, as if convincing Yang Zixin, or maybe convincing himself, or perhaps, this was truly what he believed in his heart.
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