Last night's dream wouldn't let her go, playing out in her mind like a movie. Scene after scene, clear yet painful.
Whose face is so adorable, chubby, making one unable to resist the urge to pinch and kiss it.
Whose voice is so tender, with such a cute little mouth, but this time there's no giggling; though the small hands still reach out for a hug, the face is full of tears and a runny nose: "Mom, don't!"
Mom, don't! Mom, don't...
Wen Nuan's tears were like a dam break, flooding her face recklessly, with despair, fear, pity, reluctance... In an instant, all these emotions enveloped her heavily, as if she were in a bag full of various feelings, where everything existed except the oxygen needed for survival...
The baby's tears increased, making it hard for her to breathe, reaching out to wipe them...
The anesthesia needle touched her skin, instantly alerting her, a force bursting from despair compelled her to sit up abruptly.
"Miss Wen!" The nurse was startled.
