Han Zi Fei felt that she was not a responsible mother.
Han Zi Fei looked at Jun Wu Xie closely. At this moment, there wasn't any of her usual calmness and confidence. Instead, there was a hint of worry and panic that were apparent in her eyes.
No woman could maintain a strong image in front of her children. That was the softest part of their hearts.
After many months of pregnancy, going through the pain of giving birth, it was like cutting off a piece of meat from the mother!
Even if she hadn't seen her child for many years, even if she hadn't raised the child herself. But the blood relation could never be severed. For many years, Han Zi Fei had been awakened by the illusion of the child in her dreams during the nights. She saw the dim figure in her dream and sensed strong hatred from her.
She was scared. She was really scared.
