After Su Qianxun returned to her small bedroom, she took out the onesie from the bag. She placed the tiny onesie on the bed as she gently caressed every part of the onesie with her fingers. Tears rolled down her cheeks once again.
She picked up the onesie and clutched it against her chest, and all she could feel was excruciating heartbreak.
Su Qianxun retrieved a needle as well as some thread and started to embroider two small white flower bouquets on the collars of the onesie. In her mind, she kept talking to the baby. 'This is mummy's favourite flower. Mommy can no longer accompany you, so I'll let these beautiful flowers accompany you.'
After Su Qianxun was done, she held the onesie in her embrace as she lay on the bed and fell asleep. Right now, her body was truly weak.
