But no matter how hard she cried, her beloved Yafu did not open his eyes, he did not say to her, "Mum, don't cry."
Just a moment ago he was still laughing, hugging her, saying to her, "Mum, I love you, see you in the afternoon."
Why is it like this now?
Why?
Who is so cruel to be willing to harm a child like this!
Who! Who is it!
Tears filled her eyes, failing to mask the sudden ferocity that shot out of them.
It was a sleepless night. Someone mourned, and someone rejoiced.
The ones rejoicing were Meng Shaomei and her daughter. After ten grueling hours of labor, Bai Wanrou had birthed a son, just as she had hoped.
The news quickly reached Su Dongkun's ears, and he was overjoyed.
He thought to himself, Bai Wanrou really impressed him — she had given him a grandson in one go, and at such a time. What perfect timing!
Su Dongkun knew about the incident involving Su Yafu. The butler had informed him earlier that Su Yafu might not survive until the next day.
