Xiao Ning did not know if it was because she was pregnant, but she felt that her little heart had become unusually soft.
When Zhuo xiaoying said in a calm and desperate tone that she was going to die, her heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
This child had just started a wonderful life. Why did she have to die?
Since she was going to appeal, it meant that she had grievances in her heart. Why didn’t she fight for justice?
She said in a deep voice, “It was easy for you to die. Have you ever thought about your mother? She gave birth to you and raised you. How much will she feel when you die?”
Xiao Ning thought about it for herself and could not stand it.
If anything happened to the little rice grain that she was carrying, she would not want to live anymore.
A mother’s heart was always so soft and could not withstand the stimulation.