Gu Yilin walked forward and reached out to pick up the baby. He looked at the baby’s tiny little face. Her feathers were very long and beautiful like a small fan. She did not open her eyes. Instead, she had been sleeping, obedient and soft, she looked very much like her mommy.
Gu Yilin held the baby in his arms. His tall and straight body slid along the wall and sat on the ground. The stench of blood filled his entire pupils. It looked as if it would explode in the next second. He slowly lowered his head, he gently kissed the baby’s cold forehead.
One Drop, two drops, three drops... Big Teardrops fell..
This was his daughter, but he had already lost her.