She was not a good mother, bringing Meng Zichen into this world, but not giving him a healthy body. He was only four years old, and nearly all of these four years had been spent in the hospital.
And now, his life was hanging by a thread.
Mo Sinian held her ice-cold body, wrapped her shoulders and guided her into the hospital. Meng Zichen was inside having his examination. As family members were not allowed to accompany him, Meng Xi'er sat on a bench in the hospital corridor designated for relatives, her body trembling slightly. Fear and sadness took control over her.
Mo Sinian sat next to her, extending his hand to hold her icy hand, providing her with comfort.
The time spent waiting felt like waiting for the verdict of life or death. When the door in front of her finally opened, Meng Xi'er slowly got up, watching as the nurse brought Meng Zichen out.
"Mummy!"
Meng Zichen, seeing Meng Xi'er, called out in surprise, reaching out his hands for her to hold him.