Ming Mei's face remained calm, without a ripple of disturbance.
She didn't fall apart, didn't show signs of overwhelming sadness, not even a single tear was shed.
It wasn't that she wasn't hurting, nor was her heart not bitter.
Nor was it that she didn't love that child.
After lying down for eight days, she had cried out all the tears she had, those pains, too, had been endured, only the scars would remain in her heart forever.
Shen Nie was right, her child, if she wasn't willing to avenge him, who else would remember that little life?
In five months' time, from the initial confusion and panic to later on, becoming more and more expectant and longing, she had thought more than once about what her child would be like after he was born, and when he would be able to call her "mom"?
The presence of the child made her feel every day was joyful and fulfilling.
She thought that with the old man, with Kang Chen, and then with the child, she could have a complete family.
