That was Ming Mei's regret, the pain in her heart.
In this life, if she couldn't give birth to another healthy child, Ming Mei would die with her eyes wide open.
Thinking of the child, Ming Mei didn't know where she found the strength, but she pushed hard, and actually moved the lid of the coffin a bit.
Ming Mei heard a creaking noise and felt the lid move. Her heart leaped with joy, and she hurriedly continued to push.
Lying in the coffin, her legs couldn't exert much force; Ming Mei's body was already very weak. After pushing for a while, she felt dizzy and faint from hunger.
She licked her chapped lips, took a couple of breaths, held her breath, and mustered the last bit of strength she had to push hard.
With a bang, the lid was finally pried open.
Ming Mei's heart felt a sense of relief, and her legs felt as if they had given out, leaving her with no strength at all.
