Li Xiwu didn't turn. Her back was facing Xie Wen. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly distant. "If you want to vent your grievances, then there's no need to say it. You chose this path yourself back then. No matter how difficult it is, you have to move forward."
Xie Wen wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, she could only watch Li Xiwu leave. Shenshen, who was in her arms, began to fuss again. Xie Wen coaxed her tiredly, "Shenshen, don't cry…"
After coaxing her daughter for a long time, she still couldn't stop crying. Xie Wen freed one hand to search for her phone in her mummy bag, preparing to call a taxi home.
The bag was full of baby supplies, diapers, milk powder, milk bottles, toys, and small lunch boxes. There was almost nothing of her own. The phone had sunk to the bottom of the bag as she tossed and turned.
Her arms ached. But her daughter in her arms kept crying. There was no place to sit around.
