She returned to the hospital and opened the door to the ward. As soon as she saw Wu Liang, she genuinely felt irritated. Why wouldn't he just die?
Indeed, why hadn't he died yet? If he had died, he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Yet, she couldn't bear to part with her son. No matter what, he was still her flesh and blood. If he were truly gone, she would no longer have a son.
"Why couldn't you be Wu Bin's son?"
Ren Ying spoke to her son, who couldn't answer back. If she didn't speak up, she feared she might suffocate from the silence.
