Huo Siyuan was driven crazy by her, and she was also driven crazy by him.
It was not until the child was seven months old that Huo Siyuan relaxed his supervision of Song Li and stopped tying her to the bed.
As the months passed, the child became more deeply embedded in Song Li's bones, blood, and soul.
Song Li stroked her bulging belly with trembling fingers, feeling the baby's heartbeat, tears streaming down her face.
"This is our child." Huo Siyuan stood behind her, hugged her from behind, and held Song Li's hand against her belly.
"The doctor said the child is healthy and strong. Ali, this is your bloodline, your descendant. Can you really bear to kill him?"
Song Li was silent.
Huo Siyuan and Song Li's child was finally born safely, a very healthy and lively boy.
Huo Siyuan happily named him Song Heng, taking Song Li's surname, and his nickname was Nian Nian.
Eternal Heng.
The thought that I never forget.
Song Heng's birth seemed to soften Song Li's attitude. She no longer treated Huo Siyuan with the cold disgust she had before. She would occasionally smile at him, and when she was in a good mood, she would cook for Huo Siyuan.
Gradually, Huo Siyuan relaxed his supervision of Song Li, and Song Li would occasionally take the child shopping or for a walk.
Sometimes she would go out for a walk with Huo Siyuan, holding the child.
They look like an ordinary and happy family of three.
Huo Siyuan thought that he had finally obtained everything he had longed for. He spent some happy days in a hazy state, and even his breath was filled with a sweet and sticky scent.
Until Song Heng was one year old, he disappeared with Song Li.
She ran away.
When Huo Siyuan found out, he first laughed in disbelief. What a joke!
Then, his eyes were about to burst out.
He was looking for Song Li and her son everywhere like a madman.
Less than a year later, the emaciated Huo Siyuan found Song Li and her son hiding in a rural area.
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