บท 1147: Ms. Rong, Are You Still Alive?

But no matter how she climbed, the sky was so far away…

She didn't know how long she had been climbing. It didn't take much time to come down, so why was it so difficult to come up?

Little Treasure was not heavy, only about 40 to 50 pounds. She usually tied a sandbag to herself and practiced punching.

Was it hunger? Was it cold?

But if she let go now, both mother and son would die here.

No, she had to go up. Even if she died here, Little Treasure was still so young, and his future still had infinite possibilities.

Since she had decided to let him be born into this world, she had to let him grow up well.

But…

Why did she feel as if her arm was gone?

She couldn't feel her arms anymore. She couldn't feel what she was doing. Her head was clearly instructing her to do a climbing action, but she felt as if her hands were gone.

She couldn't even feel herself breathing.

There was only one thought in her mind.