Mu Yin "bang" slammed her palm across, sending the bowl in his hand crashing to the ground.
It scattered everywhere.
Even the snow-white quilt was stained.
Bo Fengheng's hand was scalded, and the hand that had been pampered and privileged immediately turned red.
But he wasn't angry; instead, he felt even worse, "Yinyin, I know you're hurting, but your health is important..."
He stepped forward, trying to take her hand, but she fiercely threw him off.
She didn't say a word, not even glancing at him.
She was like a porcupine, wounding others as well as herself.
"We can have another child in the future..."
Hearing the words "child," Mu Yin's nerves seemed to be struck. She abruptly looked up, staring at him fiercely, and pointed to the door as she roared, "Get out!"
"Yinyin..." Bo Fengheng moved to embrace her.
But Mu Yin swiftly grabbed the fruit knife from the table and held it to her neck, threatening fiercely, "Leave, or I'll die right in front of you."
