"Is baby doing well here?"
She asked softly.
"No." Meng Zichen choked up, "Without Mommy, the baby can't possibly be okay."
His little hand clung tightly to Meng Xi'er's clothes, fearing she might leave again.
Meng Xi'er cupped his little face and murmured, "Then should Mommy take you away? Let's not seek treatment anymore, let's go back to the island. You like Uncle Mo's chicken leg rice the most, don't you? We'll go back and ask him to make it for you again."
Meng Zichen looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, "Really?"
"Really." Meng Xi'er picked him up, staggered out without even giving Lu Yebai a glance.
The golden sunlight was shining, but she felt cold all over, her heart nearly frozen in despair.
Maybe she should never have agreed to Lu Yebai in the first place.
She shouldn't have been his mistress, shouldn't have returned here, shouldn't have come to see Mrs. Lu.