"Child, is the child missing?"
Zhao's father lowered his head even further; his silence was tantamount to consent.
The child is gone.
Without any support, Zhao's mother closed her eyes in despair. In her dazed state, she seemed to see herself many years ago.
In front of her was an adorable little girl, who was sweetly calling her "Mommy."
With a sudden pang of anxiety, Zhao's mother closed her eyes.
They were all wrong, they were all wrong, I'm sorry.
Having not heard Zhao's mother's voice for a long time, Zhao's father looked up, tears streaming down his face, and his trembling hand reached towards the bed.
Later, Zhao's father brought Zhao's mother home. He looked calm and didn't spread the news about Zhao's mother. He went to Yao Dawei's house alone.
They searched for something in that pile of burned things day and night.
Having somehow received the news, Li's mother couldn't stop crying when she saw Zhao's father.
"Brother~"
Mr. Zhao turned and left, ignoring Mrs. Li.
"Wait, brother, I have something to tell you. Your wife has never been pregnant. Li Hun lied to you."
Mentioning Zhao's mother, Zhao's father finally became emotional, turning around blankly to look at Li's mother.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Whether they are children or not is unimportant; what matters is that they made a mistake.
"Sister, don't come again. And please pass on a message to Li Hun for me: he will never get what he wants."
"Sister, let me say this one last time: if you want to enjoy your old age in peace, you'd better stay away from Li Hun. Li Hun is not the same Li Hun as before. Li Su is a good person. If you give in to her, she won't abandon you."
In just a few days, Zhao's father went from a middle-aged man to an old man with white hair.
His once straight back had become hunched over, and he swayed with every step, a sight that broke one's heart.
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