"I can't help but think, as soon as I close my eyes, I think about it. When he was born, I didn't even have time to look at him before he left my side. When I close my eyes, the sound of the child's crying keeps ringing in my ears, as if I can still hear the child constantly calling for mommy." He Zhilan shook her head; as soon as she mentioned the child, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
If the child had been delivered after ten months of pregnancy and was then stolen, at least she wouldn't have to worry like this, not have to worry about whether the child is still alive.
She is really afraid, afraid that the heavens will deliver her bad news, so she dares not ask anything.
