Eighteen years, she finally found the child she had lost.
The burden that tormented her for eighteen years could finally be relieved.
Zhong Wanshu, with tears in her eyes and a bit of excitement, waved to Xia Weibao, "Baby, come quickly to see your mother."
Xia Weibao seemed a bit out of it, walking to Zhong Wanshu's side.
Zhong Wanshu took her hand and brought her in front of Yan Lingyi, eyes brimming with tears.
"Zhang Yi, once I lost your daughter, now I return her to you."
After speaking, she sniffed her sore nose.
This day, she had waited too long for.
So many times at midnight, thinking of that child suffering in some corner, her heart felt like it was burning.
Those years of torment by illness, there were several times she almost couldn't endure it, wanted to let go, but it was this guilt that kept her going.
Looking back now, it was all worth it.
Now, she could finally return the daughter personally to Zhang Yi.
