After a moment of stunned silence, thinking of something, everyone turned their gaze to the ground, to the child cradled in Zhu Xiaoxiao's arms.
Everyone wore a look of shock on their faces, tinged with some doubt.
They wondered if they had just experienced an illusion.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" The voice of a child that followed sent another jolt through the people present.
"Baby?" Hearing this voice, Zhu Xiaoxiao, who had been muttering to herself, was also startled and quickly opened her eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her son staring at her with his dark and lustrous eyes, filled with confusion as if wondering why his mother was crying.
"Baby? Baby?" Seeing her son awake, Zhu Xiaoxiao was stunned and held the little boy in her arms motionless for a few seconds. A few seconds later, she came back to her senses and hugged the child, sobbing in pain.
