Minuo shook her head. “Looks like her life isn’t as perfect as she imagined.”

Just as she spoke, someone called out, “This lady doesn’t look so good.”

Mo Nuan froze in her tracks, unable to resist glancing toward Mo Zixi.

Mo Zixi felt a sharp pain in her abdomen that twisted her features in agony. She had to bend over to relieve the discomfort, panic flooding her as she instinctively placed a hand on her belly. Looking at the crowd around her, she struggled to speak. “Could someone… help me? I can’t stand…”

Unfortunately, human indifference prevailed; everyone exchanged uneasy glances, and no one dared to step forward.

Mo Zixi...