She hadn't moved for a long time, the bitterness in her heart indescribable. Tong Ran covered her face with her hands, feeling the trembling even at her fingertips. Although she never liked this child, maternal instincts are innate. Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep at night, she would reach out and touch her belly, as if she could feel the baby talking to her.
So small, can a child already connect with her heart?
But every time she wanted to speak, to say a few words to the baby, the name Luo Xiao would appear in her mind, and she would immediately withdraw her hand.
This feeling, if you've never experienced it, you wouldn't know how painful it can be.
Suddenly, the door of the waiting room was pushed open,
Tong Ran took a deep breath; hesitation was useless. Since she had made a decision, she should go through with it. She stood up, still holding the hospital gown in her hand, "Sorry, I haven't..."
Bang!
The door of the waiting room was slammed shut.
