"No, it's not like this, it's not like this." Mrs. Zhong repeated these words. She wanted to chase away Gu Xin, who was beside her, and also chase away qiangzi, who was in pieces.
However, she couldn't do it at all. Her hands and feet were tied up.
She had a splitting headache, but she was very clear-headed.
She wanted to just faint and not face all of this, but she didn't know why she couldn't faint in such an extreme situation.
Gu Xin's words were still ringing in her ears. She was already hallucinating. She saw the shattered qiangzi slowly coming back together and turning into the tall and big son that she had raised with her own hands.
She recalled the bits and pieces of the past, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
When she first brought the child back, her heart really ached. He was just a small ball and she had no milk to feed him. When she heard him cry, her heart ached. She hoped that she was the one who was hungry and not the little one.
