The diary had traces where water stains had dried.
It must have been Cheng Cheng, crying while writing, wetting the notebook.
Seeing the contents of the notebook, Lele and Xiao Lin's tears also streamed down uncontrollably.
How old is this child?
An eight-year-old!
So sensible it's scary.
The lines were filled with longing for her mother, displaying her own strength, showing her care and protection for her mother.
The childish sentences made several women cry with heartache.
This was a child's remembrance of her mother!
The head nurse happened to pass by, saw the three of them crying desperately, and was dumbfounded. She picked up the diary and glanced through it, and as a mother herself, she couldn't help but blur with tears.
This diary was just too devastating to women.
After a long time.
Everyone finally consoled Lu Jie.
"Sister Lu, go wait outside the operating room. There might be some papers to sign…" Lele said with red eyes to Lu Jie.
Lu Jie nodded.
