Gong Chen's voice was close to her ears.
Song Chenxi's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her gaze gradually spread out, but in her mind, scenes of what had happened over the years appeared.
Most of them felt more pain than happiness, and more bitterness than smiles.
Year after year, day after day.
Now, song Chenxi finally received Gong Chen's apology, but it was no longer that important to her.
There was only one thing ...
"I gave that child a name ..." He said.
Song Chenxi said gently, but Gong Chen was instantly frozen.
The child who had been deprived of everything by his wrong choice before he was born was a thorn in their hearts that could never be healed.
Forever!
"I'm called little feather."
Song Chenxi didn't seem to feel the stiffness of Gong Chen's muscles and the heavy and painful breathing behind her ears. Her eyes were gentle and full of guilt and motherly love, drowning the man.
