This is Shi Che and Ling Chuxia's child...
The woman looked at the child in the crib, who was sleeping quietly, with his little hands curled up beside his face, innocent and unaware of the surrounding danger.
The corners of the woman's lips slowly curved upwards, but there was no trace of a smile on her face. She raised one hand, slowly reaching towards the child's neck.
A newborn, so delicate, so fragile, with just a little pressure from her fingers, this child would perish, and Shi Che and Ling Chuxia would be in unbearable pain... more painful than when they lost their first child.
But...
How could she let them off so easily? If this child is gone, perhaps they might have a third or fourth one in the future.
No matter how painful, it would only be temporary.
What she wanted was for them to love without fulfillment, to suffer for a lifetime, unable to be together.
