After those slaps, her anger turned into guilt and heartache. She couldn't help but hold her daughter and cry out.
Song qingxiao looked at this scene calmly across time and space, her heart calm.
Everything was reversed in front of her. Tang Yun put down the child, and the debt collectors took off the iron chains and knocked on the door to urge her. After the child fell, no one coaxed him to stand up. He no longer desired his mother's embrace and stayed away from his mother. He held the table and stood far away.
Everything that happened in the past seemed to be hinting at her future.
Time went back to the time when she was just born.
In front of the hospital's delivery room, a tall and thin man was holding his child happily.
Before song qingxiao could take a closer look at his face, time and space suddenly distorted.
