This sentence was like a boulder, stirring within Guan Xin's heart that had already lost hope.
She twisted her head violently, her eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Mother Guan.
"Niannian? My Niannian?" Beneath the oxygen mask, her breath quickened, trembling fiercely.
Her hands clawed at the railing, as if trying to rise and leave.
Yet her injuries were too severe, leaving her unable to move.
Mother Guan hurriedly pressed her down.
"Xinxin, don't fret! It's all the child's fate! Look, she was only 1 year old and met such a serious car accident—how could she possibly endure it?"
"You're different. You're only 26 years old, still young. When you recover, Mom will take you home."
As she spoke, tears began flowing as she hugged Guan Xin tightly.
Guan Xin, however, felt breathing difficult and her heart ached terribly!
Her beloved husband had passed away, the man more attentive than her father, was gone now.
But why was heaven so cruel, wanting to take away even their child?
