Su Qinghe had just sat down when he suddenly regretted it.
He hadn't come here to listen to a jumble of excuses.
But after all, she was Mianmian's mother, so he asked indifferently, "Oh? Would you mind talking about it?"
"Mianmian, she…" Mentioning the past, Fu Man instinctively covered her abdomen, looking distractedly at some spot, as the memories came flooding back.
"Mianmian was always a handful even when she was in my womb. She developed quickly, taking up much of the living space that should have belonged to Nuannuan. Mianmian grew up fine, but it came at Nuannuan's expense. The doctor warned us several times that Nuannuan might be born weak."
"Weak is fine, they're both my flesh and blood, I couldn't give up on either. But the birth wasn't easy, I had a difficult labor with Mianmian, it took a long time for her to come out. As a result, Nuannuan was trapped inside for too long and nearly suffocated to death."
