"Your sister's child was not saved."
Song Xuan felt cold and pain. Her dream was a mess. She seemed to see a little boy chuckling at her and then running away.
She ran and ran, and as she ran, the child was gone. All around her was ruins. She searched around in a panic and saw the child lying in the ruins like a doll, lifeless.
She suddenly woke up, reached out to cover her heart, and panted in panic.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw song ran and yang Haitao. He forced a smile and said, " "I had a nightmare just now. I dreamed that Yingluo dreamed that my child was gone."
Song ran's nose sniffled and she almost burst into tears.
Song Xuan looked at yang Haitao. Haitao, how's my child? " she asked.
Yang Haitao looked at her with reddened eyes. Xiaoxuan, we're still young. Yueyue will have more children in the future.
Song Xuan's trembling fingers touched her stomach. Then, the smile on her face slowly disappeared.
