"That day, I fainted from crying in the hospital, avoiding people, wanting only to be alone. You sat in the hospital corridor with me, smoking through the night. I knew in my heart that you were in pain too, that you also suffered. That was your first child, and you loved her too..."
For some reason, though she was an imagined daughter, Li Yan's chest still ached as if something was stirring inside.
A vision emerged in his mind of a small child, sobbing in his arms, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes. He held her, swaying gently, reluctantly handing her over to the nurse who looked after the children, then hurriedly taking chicken soup to nourish Gu Tong's body.
