It was the beginning of a new day.
Even though the sun was very bright, Pei Ge, who was bathed in it, felt cold all over.
The coldness made her unwilling to wake up from her dream.
Because in the dream, her child was not dead, she was happy, and they were all filled with joy.
"You can't just keep lying there! I know that you're sad, but you can't keep doing this! You still have your two children to take care of."
Looking at how the woman was clearly awake but was refusing to open her eyes, Tang Xiaoyu felt heartbroken and upset.
"You can't just give up on life because one of your children died!"
Immediately after she said that, the woman in bed opened her eyes.
"My child's not dead! I won't let you say that!"
Her eyes flared up in anger.
She did not want, nor was she willing, to admit that her child was dead.
"Wake up! Your child is dead! Stop lying to yourself! Haven't you seen it for yourself?"
