Probably due to the pregnancy, her emotions were already sensitive, so touching on this topic made her a bit uncontrollable.
Auntie is the closest person in this world, her importance is self-evident.
But now, the person she is closest to has become a prisoner of the hospital, suffering the torment of illness every day.
"Xiaoyue, don't cry." Zhen Shuangyan's face showed a hint of panic.
When Xia Yueqing cried, she couldn't care about anything else.
Especially when she revealed that Xia Yueqing was her daughter, the boundaries she had deliberately erected blurred, and the facts she had intentionally forgotten all laid bare — just her daughter, her daughter worrying about her.
"How can I not cry? When you're in pain, I'm playing, I feel so sorry for you." Xia Yueqing sobbed, her face turned into a tear-streaked mess.
Pei Yiting's face furrowed, and the old lady didn't know how to comfort them either, both their expressions were filled with heartache and distress.
