Ning Xia stood frozen in place.
Indeed, yesterday she was solely focused on going out to find her child, and then a series of events unfolded, to the point where she completely forgot about Lele.
Even though she had managed to drive Bo Siyan away in anger, she didn't feel any relief; instead, her heart felt increasingly stuffy and suffocated.
Ning Xia collapsed weakly into a chair, staring at the table full of food. She could vaguely see the wisps of steam rising from it, indicating it had been kept warm.
She felt the walls of her heart crumbling, piece by piece, brick by brick falling, yet she was powerless to stop it.
Having lost her child, and the last of her faith, she was like a drowning person trying to grasp at a float, but this person... couldn't be Bo Siyan.
Once she really started to cling to him, she would throw caution to the wind, disregard all social views, all moral boundaries, all principles, just to be with him.
