Mo Yu's dark eyes gradually became filled with anger, and he asked angrily, "Why did you push her? Do you know that she is already three months pregnant?"
Jin Sisi slowly raised her eyes. Her eyes were cold and she looked straight at Mo Yu. Her sharp gaze seemed to turn into an ice blade and shot at Mo Yu fiercely.
This is the heroine. She is disappointed and angry with the hero. She is angry that he only believed one-sided words and came to question her. Her pride does not allow her to lower her head to defend, so she can only hold her head high and maintain her pride. But at this time
, the heroine still loves the hero deeply. Therefore, her pride is filled with tears and stubbornness.
Jin Sisi faced Mo Yu, and it was true that she couldn't shed tears, but her stomach was so painful that the pain turned into tear gas, her eyes slowly turned red, mist rose, and tears shone.
She doesn’t have to look for her emotions on her own, they all come out automatically and consciously.
She spoke slowly, her voice was neither heavy nor deliberately cold, only calm, as calm as dead water.
"You would rather believe her than me who narrowly escaped death with you, right?"
She seemed to be stating a fact rather than questioning it.
Mo Yu was stunned by the calmness in her tone. He forgot how to answer the question for a moment. He answered hesitantly after a few seconds, "I just trust you too much, so I thought you wouldn't hurt her. That's right."
My child has already taken shape, how can you bear it......"
His angry momentum was suppressed in an instant. Just like the male protagonist in front of the heroine in the script, the male protagonist always has to give in in front of the strong heroine, so he falls in love with the weak one.
Little girl, three.
Jin Sisi snorted coldly, her gaze gradually calmed down without a trace of ripples, and there was still a trace of mockery at the corner of her lips, "If you believed me, you wouldn't stand here questioning me! You know me.
If I wanted her child to die, I wouldn’t even bother to do it myself!”
Compared to angry yelling, a calm confrontation makes people feel more desperate and depressed.
Such calmness made Mo Yu's heart tremble uncontrollably, as if he was wondering if he had really misunderstood her. But when he thought of that weak woman and the innocent child, Mo Yu's heart hardened again and he said angrily.
: "Yeah, how cold-hearted you are, how cruel you are, I should have known it a long time ago, but now you are still making sarcastic remarks, you are really stubborn! I want you to be buried with my child!"
Mo Yu held the gun with both hands, struggled, then raised it resolutely, and aimed it at Jin Sisi's heart.
The most tense moment finally arrived.
Jin Sisi was still calm. She did not turn around and grab the fruit knife, but walked towards Mo Yu step by step, getting closer to the gun of death little by little until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against her heart.
Her hand suddenly covered Mo Yu's hand and held down his hand! Mo Yu's hand couldn't help but tremble.
She was not hysterical or furious, she just looked at Mo Yu quietly and the man she loved deeply in front of her. She could feel her heart breaking, falling and dying bit by bit.
Even so, she still maintained her usual pride and calmness. The corners of her lips curled up in a charming smile. It was like the last flower of despair blooming. She didn't say another word, but just opened her mouth resolutely.
The gun was fired, and with a bang, her life disappeared, and one of her crystal tears fell down.