"Jiang Wei, do you want to see Xinxin?"
Song Yi asked softly, Jiang Wei's face paused, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
She hadn't looked squarely at the child for so many days, not until now that she could finally accept it.
As Jiang Wei held the child in her arms, a trace of motherly love finally welled up in her heart, and she began to understand the feelings of motherhood. She looked at the child with reddening eyes, and the tiny child's adorable smile melted her heart.
"Actually, I've never told you before, but Xinxin has congenital heart disease and has always been in an incubator. Otherwise, I would have brought her to you sooner."
After much thought, Song Yi still decided to tell Jiang Wei the truth. After all, she was the child's mother and had the right to know about the child's condition.
