Come swiftly, leave swiftly, Qin Liuxi appeared quickly, and left just as quickly. If Mrs. Wang hadn't seen the splints tied to the legs, she would have felt that the child's appearance was just a fleeting, dreamlike scene.
It was only upon seeing the splints on the legs that she recalled the disaster that occurred at the Holy Altar, and the despair of being trapped, unable to move, leaving her entire body cold. She couldn't help but shiver.
She is fortunate, as her children are her strength.
In distant memories, someone seemed to touch her hand bones and say so.
"Elder sister, does it hurt badly?" Aunt Wan's voice carried a hint of panic and concern, pulling Mrs. Wang out of her memories. Upon seeing the handkerchief in her hand, she realized her face was cool, soaked with tears.
Mrs. Wang curled a smile, smiled tenderly at her, and beckoned: "Come over here."
