It was another African woman who lifted the baby, using a clean piece of cloth.
The pregnant woman had passed out after giving birth. Chenxing sat dazedly, finding herself unable to control her feelings.
One can never comprehend the terror without personally assisting in childbirth.
She even felt that she was more anxious and closer to the line between life and death than the woman who had just given birth.
A tear involuntarily rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Her mind was filled with the image of the woman in the mental hospital staring blankly at her.
The woman who had given birth to her after surviving a disaster.
At that time, she didn't dare make eye contact with that woman. She refused to fall into that reality. Even when she had flown back to visit her biological mother, who had given her the gift of life, she ended up running away.
She never lived with her biological mother; she could not experience that kind of love.
