Ling Chuxia’s mind was in utter disarray, with a thick fog clouding her vision. She wandered aimlessly through the mist, unable to see the end or know where she was.
"Mommy... mommy—"
A child’s crisp, ethereal voice suddenly rang in her ears, causing Ling Chuxia’s heart to tremble violently, and she unconsciously widened her eyes.
Who was calling for mommy? Was it her child? Was her child calling for her?
She frantically searched around, eager to find her child, but the persistent fog obscured her vision—she could see nothing, and her heart twisted with anxiety, "Baby, where are you? Mommy is here, please co out...!"
"Mommy, goodbye, mommy goodbye!" The voice by her ear gradually faded away, from clear to blurred, and Ling Chuxia couldn’t locate the child. She ran as hard as she could, trying desperately to find her child, "Baby, don’t go, don’t go! Baby—"
Ling Chuxia scread loudly, and her eyes flew open.
Before her was still a swath of white; the surroundings were so quiet that only the faint sound of the dical equipnt could be heard. Ling Chuxia gazed blankly with wide eyes at the stark white ceiling, her expression vacant, her gaze utterly unfocused.
"Miss Ling, you’re awake? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
A gentle voice sounded, and then the nurse’s worried face ca into view. Ling Chuxia was dazed for a few seconds, then her eyeballs slowly began to move, and her consciousness gradually returned.
Along with her returning consciousness, mories flooded back into her mind like a tidal wave.
You don’t deserve to have my child.
I don’t want the child, and I don’t want you, Ling Chuxia, let’s get a divorce.
Then she ran as fast as she could, wanting to protect her child. She couldn’t let Shi Che take her child away, but she fell, and so much blood flowed out. She begged Shi Che desperately, hoping he would co to save her child, but he never ca...
Her child!
Ling Chuxia’s hand shakily touched her stomach; her lips moved laboriously as she barely managed to speak, "My child... Is my child still here?"
Her eyes turned to the nurse, those sharp, clear eyes now bearing a hint of pleading hope.
The nurse involuntarily looked away, struggling to bring herself to tell Ling Chuxia the truth.
"Nurse, my child is still there, right?" Ling Chuxia still forced herself to speak, her voice incredibly weak, yet tinged with cautious hope.
The nurse bit her lower lip, unable to speak, and softly said, "Miss Ling, you’re very weak right now—please, rest well, and don’t think about anything else for now."
"No, you tell first, how is my child? It must still be safe inside , right? You tell ..."
Ling Chuxia sohow mustered strength from sowhere and suddenly grabbed the nurse’s hand, her voice involuntarily becoming agitated.
"Miss Ling, please don’t get agitated," the nurse frowned, attempting to pull her hand away, but Ling Chuxia clutched it tightly, even trying to sit up. The nurse couldn’t manage and reluctantly said, "Alright, alright, Miss Ling, I’ll tell you, but you have to lie down right now and absolutely not get excited, then I’ll tell you."
While comforting Ling Chuxia, the nurse also helped her lie back down on the bed, yet her hand still tightly grasped the nurse’s.
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