The camp was extremely quiet.
Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
Mingzhu remembered the details at the manor, where they wouldn't let her see the wind.
Wouldn't let her bathe or wash her hair.
The meals were those commonly eaten by others during confinement...
At the time, she thought it was because she was injured, that they were so strict in restraining her.
Looking back now, for such minor injuries, was there any need to make such a fuss?
Placing her hand on her abdomen, Mingzhu's breath suddenly became chaotic.
Here, there had once been a child.
But he quietly vanished, never having a chance to see this world.
And she, his mother, had forgotten him.
If Xie Yunzhen hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have even known of his existence.
Mingzhu's expression turned blank, and tears continuously flowed from her eyes.
Even without memories, her instincts remained.
He was the child connected by her bloodline; she couldn't be indifferent.
