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Yin Yanyue breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to support herself by struggling to sit up on the ground. She felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

When she looked down, she found that her lower body was bleeding profusely.

"What's wrong with me?"

Stunned, she looked at Fang Mo, asking him about his current situation.

Why did he suddenly start bleeding when he was perfectly fine …

Fang Mo's eyes were red, and his face was growing even paler.

He didn't reply to her question, but picked her up from the ground, ignoring the wounds on his body, and carried her step by step out of the forest.

"Put me down."

Yin Yanyue lowered her head to look at the blood all over the ground.

The place Fang Mo walked through was covered in blood, as if he was being dragged along by a meandering river of blood.

The last time he was injured, he hadn't even fully recovered, and now he was so heavily injured. If this went on, Fang Mo would die before her.

However, Fang Mo acted as if he did not hear her words. Even if his legs were powerless and he suddenly kneeled down, he was still unwilling to let go of Yin Chengyue.

Yin Xiaoyue's consciousness also started to become more and more blurry. The pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable for her.

"Dye the moon!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out. She tried her best to open her eyes to look, but all she saw was a blurry figure.

The person who had come was the young lord of the palace.

As soon as Fang Mo saw the young noble's silhouette, he let out a sigh of relief.

Because he knew that Yin Chengyue had been saved.

The young noble was in a panic as he took Yin Yanyue from his hands. He immediately turned around and ran to the car at the side, with no intention of saving Fang Mo.

The moment he took Yin Yanyue from Fang Mo, Fang Mo fainted due to excessive blood loss.

In the end, the base sent another car to drag Fang Mo back.

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Yin Chengyue felt his body sink deeper and deeper, like a drowning man sinking into the sea, sinking into a deep darkness.

It was fire.

A fire broke out in the warehouse, and an eight-year-old girl stood five paces from the fire.

She heard a shadow calling for help in the fire, but she just stood there, unsure whether to save him or not.

The fire was extremely intense. Even though a group of people were trying their best to extinguish the fire, they were unable to extinguish it for now.

But the eighteen-year-old boy at the fire had been trapped for ten minutes, and no one was going to save him.

After some mental struggle, the eight-year-old girl finally decided to save the boy.

She found a spade from the garden, rushed to the warehouse window, and smashed it with all her might.

Crash! With the loud sound of glass shattering, the explosive force caused all the glass to fly towards the girl, while the boy had to lie on the window because of the suffocation and didn't have the strength to climb out anymore.

The girl was covered in blood from the shards of glass, but the firefighters were still fighting the fire, ignoring her.

No one came to save her.

"Dye the moon!"

A voice rushed into her ear.

She lay in a pool of blood, her head turned to the side, her eyes focused on the boy running toward her.

Similarly, an eighteen year old boy wearing a white shirt, rushed to her front like he was stepping on a rainbow cloud. He carried her and rushed to the hospital …

Yin Hongyue woke up from her dream and opened her eyes to see a white ceiling.

The boy in his dream was the eighteen year old Gong Yufeng.

She was the girl who was eight years old, and the person who had saved her was the eighteen year old viscount.

That year, Gong Yufeng carried her to the hospital and saved her when she was on the verge of death.

Her consciousness began to grow clearer and clearer, and the knife-like face of the viscount appeared in her line of sight.

"Dye the moon?"

The young noble's face was pale, tired as if he had not slept for several days.

Next to the bed was a high shelf with a bottle on it, and she had a needle in her hand.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yin Xiaoyue struggled to stand up and scan her surroundings.

She was in a room at the Secret Service base. She looked out the window and saw that it was probably afternoon.

The viscount supported her, letting her lean against the pillow and pouring her a cup of water, "Drink some water first."

Yin Yanyue took the water from his hand, but didn't drink it. Instead, he opened his mouth and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

She still remembered that moment when Fang Mo fished her out of the water, she felt powerless as if she had suffered a heavy injury.

However, Fang Mo had clearly endured all of the explosive force. Why was she injured?

"You …"

The young noble's mouth was agape, his eyes filled with desolation, "You miscarried."

Abortion?

Yin Yanyue was stunned and couldn't react for a while.

That is to say...

Was she pregnant?

So all the previous nausea, vomiting, physical weakness, fatigue and sleepiness were due to pregnancy? She didn't have stomach cancer?

She drank a mouthful of water to quell her shock and suddenly asked, "Where's Fang Mo?"

Fang Mo had helped her block almost all of the attacks, and her back was completely rotten. She had no idea what was going on right now.

At the mention of Fang Mo, the viscount's face darkened, "He's in the ward. He woke up last night."

"I slept for a day and a night?"

Yin Yanyue rolled up her quilt and was about to get out of bed when she suddenly changed the subject. "I want to eat something."

The young noble immediately held her down, "I'll help you take whatever you want to eat."

Yin Yanyue paused for a moment, then said, "The fried noodles."

The young noble nodded, gave her a deep look, then turned and left the room.

He did not feel any grief from Yin Yanyue's miscarriage. Instead, he felt her heave a sigh of relief.

Was it because the child was his? That's why Dye Moon didn't care at all?

After the young noble left the room, Yin Yanyue sat back down on the bed, reaching out her hand to touch her flat belly.

She really didn't feel anything about the miscarriage.

When she was pregnant, she did not realize that she was pregnant, so she did not feel like she was going to be a mother.

Instead, she felt relieved when she found out that she didn't have stomach cancer.

"Crack …"

The door was pushed open slowly.

He thought that the young noble had returned, but the person he saw was Fang Mo.

Fang Mo walked into the room and stood in front of her.

Yin Yanyue looked up at him in shock, but in the next second, her expression gradually calmed down, her tone neither cold nor hot, "Why are you here?"

Fang Mo paused for a moment, opening his dry lips, "I heard you're awake, come and see."

"You knew I was pregnant, didn't you?"

Yin Yanyue swept her gaze over him and finally stopped at the cup of water at the side. "But why didn't you tell me?"

Fang Mo pursed his lips, but did not reply.

Dusk passed through the glass windows and reflected on the floor of the room.

The surroundings suddenly became silent. Neither of them spoke, nor did they look at each other.

"You did it on purpose."

Yin Yanyue suddenly raised her head and looked him in the eye with a cold gaze, "With your personality, you couldn't possibly have let me take the risk of helping you hold down the mine, but you actually agreed to it at that time. "So you planned it so that I would miscarry."

Her tone was very certain, speaking as if she were speaking the truth, not her own conjecture.

"Right."

Fang Mo didn't deny it, but rather, admitted it directly.

He had no intention of explaining anything. This matter was indeed something that he had planned personally.

Yin Yanyue retracted her gaze, but her tone carried coldness and disappointment, "The reason?"

Fang Mo was harming her.

She didn't want to pursue the matter of Fang Mo causing her to miscarry. She just wanted to know clearly and clearly why Fang Mo wanted to harm her.

How seriously she had treated Fang Mo as her partner. When he had stepped on that landmine, she had even made up her mind to use her own life in exchange for his.

In the end, he didn't expect to get such a reward.