In the room, only He Teng, his wife, and son were left. He lay on the left side of the bed, He Zhilan on the right, and between them was their lost and found son.
"Brother, look, Tuanyuan sleeps so soundly. He has slept for such a long time without crying or fussing." He Zhilan lay on her side, gazing unblinkingly at the sweetly sleeping child beside her, her eyebrows full of kindness. "Little Tuanyuan, I am your mom. When you were in Mommy's belly, I talked to you a lot. Do you remember Mommy's voice?"
He Zhilan's voice was light and soft, like the spring breeze of March, soothing to the heart. As he lay there, her face and the sleeping child's visage reflected in his eyes, as if he felt life had now become complete.
In life, many people chase after many things endlessly: money, fame, just like Ding Long. His greed caused a family's devastation, a woman's tragic life, and the death of a child.
