Receiving a photo a day, Xia Wen, she really had the patience to consume her time with this, but she was even more patient!
Upon opening the photo, what she saw was still the child curled up, even wearing the same clothes as yesterday; the sleeves, obviously too short, revealed a pair of small hands, and although the clothes were dirty and old, those hands were delicate and white like tender lotus roots.
Those tiny hands touched the softest place in Xia Pengpeng's heart.
She longed to hold those small hands tightly.
And from then on, never let go!
Xia Pengpeng took a deep breath and deleted the photo.
She slowly closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink, bit by bit, into a deep abyss of darkness.
This was her own flesh and blood, whom she only learned of when she was over six months pregnant!
She had been forced to take medication all along, sometimes feeling dazed and lacking any will to live, let alone think that she would be pregnant with a baby.
