Sherry froze where she was, her face filled with shock and disbelief.
The fifth day of the fifth lunar month... how could it be this exact day?
The painful memories that tormented her instantly surged up, causing a sudden intense headache.
Sherry gritted her teeth, gripping the doorknob tightly, her breathing becoming tense and anxious.
She clearly remembered that her prematurely born son was also born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month.
But... her son died shortly after birth. She had even seen his cold little body...
This is impossible...
Suddenly, the image of the chubby little boy from earlier flashed in her mind, and a pang of pain gripped her heart, her eyes turning red.
Her child...
This is impossible!
Sherry remained frozen at the door for a long, long time...
...
"Dad, why isn't the vixen leaving?" Young Nathaniel, in Yancy Shaw's arms, couldn't help but ask with innocent curiosity.
