Ou Manhui hastily said, "Qianxia, you've just given birth, you can't get excited, you need to take good care of your health, you've just regained consciousness, and your constitution is still very weak..."
Sheng Qianxia interrupted her, "You've never cared about me for eighteen years, and now you come to feign concern—don't you think it's too late?"
Ou Manhui's expression instantly froze: "Qianxia..."
She had considered that Sheng Qianxia might harbor deep resentment for her leaving, but when she actually stood before her, greeted with such a cold attitude, she truly felt her heart ache.
What exactly had time done to them? The clingy little girl of the past now pushed her away with such indifference.
Sheng Qianxia took the child back from Ou Manhui's arms, holding Gong Can tightly, and she felt a bit more at ease when she saw him fall asleep again.
This was the child she bore, her own flesh and blood...
He was hers and Gong Beiyao's last and most beautiful memento...
