Although Xu Mingzhi had already given the children many gifts, she had been holding back from going to the hospital so that her daughter would not be suspicious.
However, she missed them so much that it felt like there were hundreds of small needles pricking her.
In her eyes, these two little babies, be it the older brother or the younger sister, were exactly the same as her daughter when she was young.
That was the continuation of her baby's life, and also the continuation of her life.
She was happy and touched, but at the same time, she was sad and reluctant.
They had clearly been looking forward to these two little fellows for so long. If she could see them grow up and train them in martial arts like how she used to teach her daughter, how good would that be?
Greed was a human instinct. The closer one was to the day of death, the more unreal everything seemed.
