The months had passed in quiet anticipation, each day bringing them closer to the moment they had both been waiting for.
The life inside Zhinian grew stronger, the bond between them deepened, and for the first time, Helian Duxuan allowed himself to believe in a future beyond bloodshed and shadows.
He had always been a man who lived in the darkness, a man whose hands had long been stained with the weight of his past.
But with her, with their child, he had begun to see a new path—one where he could be something more than the ruthless force he had been shaped into.
She had become his light.
And soon, their child would be, too.
But fate was cruel.
It never allowed men like him to have peace for long.
It happened on a night that should have been ordinary.
Zhinian had been restless all day, her body heavy with the weight of her pregnancy. She was only a few days away from her due date, and Duxuan had insisted on keeping security tight around their home.
