Only parents knew how painful it was to lose a child.
Especially for a mother, her child was a part of her.
Losing it was the same as taking away one's life.
honey, Tianxin is right. Even if Mianmian isn't our daughter, we can still find her whereabouts based on the police report.
She looked at her husband quietly. Every hope was a disappointment.
Over the years, An Jing had hoped countless times that her daughter would live safely.
Even if she were to grow up happily somewhere, it would be better than losing her life.
"I know, I know,"
His quiet eyes followed ruan Mianmian, who was in the garden.
She looked at ruan Mianmian, her hand on her chest.
Her intuition told her that it was her daughter.
It was just like that day when she accidentally turned on the television and saw her at first glance.
It was as if it was destined.
That was his daughter.
She was the daughter she had lost for many years.