Xia Xiaofu's mother took the towel over and wiped her face.
"Mum, I am sorry. It is all because I am unworthy, and that is why I am letting you to be insulted together with me by Ou Ze." Xia Xiaofu was apologetic.
Xia Xiaofu's mother shook her head and said, "Xiaofu, don't say that. Mummy is fine. Mummy is just worried about you. In the past, when you were pregnant, it was a little better, and now that Little Fifth is born, what happened tonight will definitely happen again. It will get harder and harder for you to continue living on."
Xia Xiaofu sat down on the chair and stretched her hand out to rock the bassinet. The crisp and merry tune of the wind chime was ringing out in the air. Xia Xiaofu curled her lips up into an arc to smile and say, "I still can persist. I believe that Luoxi will come back very quickly."
"Xiaofu, Luoxi, he…is dead."
