"Mom…" Xia Ruoxin mumbled softly to herself. It felt as though she had traveled back in time to when she was four years old. It's just that she was no longer four. She had grown up. She was ruined and in pain.
"Yes, I'm your mother. Sleep, my child. Everything will be better once you woke up. Your path will be easier when you awake." Song Wan covered her mouth with her hand. The first was always the most painful. There was an instant when she gave up. She did not want them to go through the divorce and be separated.
In the end, she stopped herself and pushed the thought away.
She could not be selfish to her family, which was why she had to be selfish to her.
