It was now deep autumn, an easy time for catching colds due to the change of seasons, and on top of that, a cup of cold water. Could a child of barely eleven days bear it?
At the moment the water was splashed, Chen Jingzi too felt the weight of guilt, after all, it was her own child.
She had hesitated previously.
But she thought of how doing this would get Gu Xu to come to the hospital, how it would get her closer to Gu Xu, how it would get Gu Xu to accept this child, and she did not consider much else.
Now, looking at the child crying heartrendingly, she seemed suddenly filled with regret.
But what was poured could not be taken back.
She also did not plan to change the child's clothing.
She figured by the time Jingzi's mother came back after paying the bills, the cold water would take effect, and the child would catch a cold, right?
Yet, driven by a mother's instinct, seeing the child in the crib, she felt somewhat uneasy.
