The police closed the case, determining that the poor soul, tormented by love, had died by suicide.

Heh, another "suicide."

Even though the poor soul is dead, it doesn't mean I haven't gained anything.

The Gu family decided to send me abroad for IVF.

For egg retrieval, I had to take many ovulation-inducing injections every day, leaving my thighs and arms covered with needle marks.

My body was suffering, but the mental stress was not as intense as it was back home.

In a foreign land, the bodyguards' surveillance over me loosened considerably.

I caught a faint whiff of long-lost freedom in the air.

And there was an even bigger surprise waiting for me: Dai Qingshu also came!

Shopping malls, botanical gardens, movie theaters—we always managed to find opportunities to chat.

His gentleness and understanding made me feel that life was truly worth living.

I even had a crazy idea: I wanted to switch the embryo with his!

When Dai Qingshu heard about it, his eyes filled with sorrow as he gently caressed my face and advised me to calm down:

"Ling Su, the Gu family will surely conduct a paternity test. What do you think they'll do to you once they discover the truth?"

I retorted:

"So you want me to just watch as the murderer of my sister becomes the father of my child? When he grows up, how will he face the fact that his own father killed his mother's sister?"

Dai Qingshu turned his head away, unwilling to look at me, softly murmuring:

"Ling Su, promise me you won't tell the child this cruel truth, okay? He's innocent."