"But later, it was you who made me abandon the flesh and blood in my womb."
That's why, in my trials, I lacked the suffering I was meant to endure, and ultimately I was only fit to be an insignificant Heavenly Dao in the world of cultivation.
You don't even remember these things.
The voice of Heaven grew increasingly cold and piercing, the last few words like sharp ice blades slicing through the silent air and echoing for a long time in the vast sky.
It carries an indescribable heaviness and sorrow, as if to freeze the entire world in this endless pain.
Qin Qianluo's gaze was fixed on Tiandao in front of her, whose face was as black as ink, as if shrouded in endless gloom.
The atmosphere was so gloomy, it was as if a cataclysmic storm, capable of destroying everything in the world, was brewing.
The intense, oppressive atmosphere hit her like a tangible force, making her feel as if she were in an invisible, oppressive prison.
For a moment, my brain seemed to be frozen, and my thoughts were plunged into a suffocating, brief blank.
A wave of astonishment, bewilderment, and confusion surged through her heart, and she could not fathom the incomprehensible situation before her.
Why did my actions back then appear in the eyes of Heaven in this way? Weren't those actions clearly acts of saving a life with a sincere heart?
Thoughts, like wild horses unleashed, galloped uncontrollably towards the long years of their first life.
At that time, as a police officer, she was like a witness to a living hell, having witnessed the tragic experiences of trafficked women, which were like falling into the deepest hell.
Those frail women were ruthlessly imprisoned in a dark and sunless corner.
Like lambs to the slaughter, they suffered inhuman torture and humiliation, enduring unimaginable pain in their bodies and minds.
But when they finally broke free from that evil cage after going through countless hardships, the cruel face of fate did not let them off the hook.
Many trafficked women were released even after giving birth to the buyers' children.
Life afterward was still like being engulfed in flames, with the shadow of pain following him everywhere, impossible to shake off.
With a compassionate and fervent heart, she could not bear to witness such human tragedies repeating themselves like a curse.
Therefore, every time she successfully rescued a pregnant woman, she would always ask her in a very gentle and careful tone.
His tone was filled with endless concern and worry, as if he was afraid that his words would hurt these already fragile souls again.
"Have you considered aborting the fetus and starting a new life in a different city?"
She never imposed her will on these women.
It was only through his profound experience accumulated over many years of traversing human suffering and his empathetic heart that he could truly understand.
Offer suggestions that you believe might lead them out of the endless abyss of suffering.
She knew better than anyone that some women had suffered horrific torment for a long time, their bodies were already like dilapidated ruins, and their fertility had been devastated.
Even if the father of the unborn child is a heinous and extremely criminal trafficker.
Driven by an instinctive and profound desire to continue their bloodline, they may still have the idea of keeping the child.
However, in most cases, the women would carefully consider and listen to her well-intentioned advice.
As for those women who had already given birth with great difficulty, they were unable to face the child who carried endless painful memories after being rescued.
She would also work tirelessly, running around everywhere, and doing her best to help contact welfare organizations.
In the world where the first life took place, societal prejudice and discrimination against women was like a towering and heavy mountain.
It pressed down mercilessly on the women's shoulders, making it hard for them to breathe.
People often choose to be selectively blind, turning a blind eye to heinous crimes such as human trafficking and rape.
Yet, they mercilessly turned their vicious spears towards these exhausted and severely wounded women.
Some people with ulterior motives and moral depravity will carefully fabricate seemingly plausible but malicious and prejudiced statements on various public opinion platforms.
Taking advantage of the public's ignorance and blind obedience, they incited the uninformed masses to launch a frenzied attack on these poor women, much like demons.
These vicious remarks, like poisoned arrows, mercilessly struck the women who had struggled out of the abyss of darkness.
They were cruelly dragged back into the abyss of despair.
Many women, overwhelmed by the overwhelming pressure of public opinion, ultimately chose to end their young yet arduous lives.
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