Lian Xinying dared not retort, because she saw what seemed to be tears glistening in her grandfather's eyes.
When her father had died, her grandfather hadn't shed a single tear.
But now, she had saddened him.
She felt ashamed and self-reproachful, so even though she felt a myriad of emotions and reluctance for the child in her womb, she was powerless to protect it.
On the way to the hospital, Lian Xinying's eyes gradually became moist.
The further she went, the further away she was from her own child.
Soon, she would lose it.
The sensation of being torn apart from one's own flesh, was like a beast baring its ferocious fangs at her, aiming to shatter her flesh into pieces until nothing was left.
Her slender fingers covered her abdomen, reluctant to part, wishing to protect it until it could safely enter this world.
Tiantian smiled at her, calling her mommy.
With that thought, tears could no longer be held back, falling down like beads off a string, continuously and silently.
