In the hospital ward, the woman lying in bed was not sleeping well.
Her hands were grasping the bed sheet, her face full of panic.
She bit her lips and murmured, "Don't go. Child, don't go."
"Sorry, Mummy did not leave you…"
In the scene in her mind, Xia Ning felt like she was standing in the wild. Everything was dark. She could hear the cry of a baby. The air smelled like blood.
"Mummy…"
Someone was calling her. Xia Ning looked around, searching for that soft voice.
"Mummy, why did you leave me? Mummy…"
Xia Ning followed the sound and walked forward. She was shouting as she moved, "Child, where are you? Mummy didn't leave you. Mummy misses you."
"Mummy, I'm so cold. Mummy…" The kid's voice sounded soft and wronged.
