"No." The man in the tuxedo picked up the little boy and placed him beside the woman and coaxed him to sit. "Mommy won't forget you."
"Mommy…," the boy uttered.
The two men looked at each other worriedly.
They thought that by letting her do what she liked to do, her mental state would improve.
But they didn't expect things to become worse.
The blond man next to the dark-haired man spoke hesitantly, "Has she deliberately blocked her memories? Or does she have a traumatic past?"
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100 CPRs…
200 CPRs…
500 CPRs…
1,000 CPRs…
8,000 CPRs…
10,000 CPRs…
Ye Tianxin's heart started to beat again faintly. She had pulses, albeit slow. Li Qingcang and Xie Xuning who were on the verge of despair finally saw a glimmer of hope.
If there were really miracles in this world, that must be love.
The love of men for women, the love of fathers for daughters…
