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Zhou Qi completed the adoption procedures.
She moved into the newly rented house with Zhou An.
One day, when Zhou An returned home from school, he told Zhou Qi that there was a strange uncle at the door.
Zhou Qi asked Zhou An to go to the backyard to do his homework while she put on an apron and stepped out of the cake shop.
She saw Zhao Li.
A haggard man, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
When Zhao Li saw Zhou Qi come out, he looked at her as if she were a lifeline and tried to approach her.
Zhou Qi instinctively took a step back, her hand subconsciously covering her belly.
Seeing Zhou Qi's defensive posture, tears streamed down Zhao Li's face uncontrollably.
Choking back sobs, he said, "Wife, I was wrong."
"I'm sorry." "I killed our child."
"I killed my son!"
Zhao Li knelt on the ground, pounding the earth in anguish.
His tears fell like rain onto the ground.
"Wife, I was wrong."
"I was wrong!"
Zhao Li knelt there, still holding a folder and a plastic bag in his hands.
Zhou Qi looked at him, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
"What are you doing here?"
Zhao Li froze for a moment, his hands trembling slightly.
"Wife."
Zhou Qi let out a cold laugh.
"Don't call me that. We are already divorced."
Tears streamed down Zhao Li's face.
"I'm sorry."
"Wife."
"What do you want?"
Zhou Qi looked at him coldly.
"What else do you want to take from me?"
Zhao Li shook his head desperately.
"No! I don't want anything!"
"Wife, I brought you this."
He shakily pulled out the divorce agreement and a plastic bag from his bag, carefully handing them to Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi took the folder, deliberately avoiding any contact with Zhao Li.
Inside the folder was the divorce agreement, and in the small bag were the last remnants of their child that Zhao Li had found at home.
Holding the small bag, Zhou Qi felt the wound in her heart ache once more.
She crouched down, even though the wound had long since healed.
Zhou An ran out of the house, supporting Zhou Qi.
"Mom! What happened to you?"
Zhou Qi shook her head and patted her son's head.
"I'm fine."
"Help me get up."
Zhou An helped Zhou Qi to her feet.
Zhao Li stood at a distance, his eyes filled with longing and remorse.
Zhou Qi shot him a cold glance before turning and walking back into the house.
She did not accept Zhao Li's apology.
"Zhao Li."
"You don't need to say anything to win me back."
"We're done."
Zhao Li remained silent, merely watching her quietly.
For the next three days, Zhao Li stood near the entrance of the cake shop every day.
He did not leave all day long.
On the fourth day, while Zhou Qi was preparing cakes, the news broadcast played on the television.
"Here’s the next piece of news."
"Recently, our company received reports from the public stating that a case of suspected intentional homicide occurred in a certain neighborhood in a certain city."
"Upon investigation, the case was confirmed to be true."
"The suspect, Zhao Li, voluntarily reported to the police and provided relevant evidence."
"The case is currently under further review."
Zhou An pressed the remote control and turned to look at Zhou Qi.
"Mom..."
Zhou Qi shook her head.
"Don't watch it."
Zhou An nodded.
"Mom, I want to watch cartoons."
I didn’t try to guess why Zhao Li committed murder.
Since then, I had not heard any news about the Zhao family.
Every summer vacation, I took Zhou An out to travel.
I discovered that there are still many beautiful experiences in this world that we have yet to encounter and enjoy.
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