Listening to the man's words, Su Xingyue was already speechless.
She sighed, then turned her head to look at the two little ones in the crib, her expression suddenly becoming tender.
"They are our children, I can feel it!"
Since she had come in and saw the two little ones, she knew that they were all her children.
This feeling was magical... She couldn't explain why, but she could just feel it.
Perhaps, this was the connection between mother and child.
Watching the two little ones sleeping soundly, her heart, which had been nearly crushed these past days, finally felt a trace of relief.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Su Xingyue's face, and then she gently stretched out her hand, only touching the two little ones' faces with her fingertips before she pulled her hand back.
She looked down at her own palm, the flesh that had been torn and bleeding had been treated and medicated, now somewhat dry.
