"It's at the entrance of the town's welfare home. There's a couple in their forties. They look unfamiliar and don't look like they're from this town, but they're definitely wealthy."
After hearing this, Shumei rushed out of the hospital with her child.
"Ji Zong, I'll go with Shu Mei to check on her. I'm afraid she's having a hard time." Boyi, who came to the hospital to visit Ji Zong, was very worried about Shu Mei.
"Go quickly!"
Boyi followed him out, and the two of them headed towards the orphanage, asking questions along the way. But it was difficult to find a baby in such a huge crowd.
In the end, he returned empty-handed and had no money for surgery. Ji Zong had no choice but to accept his fate. Not wanting to continue staying in the hospital and wasting money, he asked his family to handle the discharge procedures for him, and the family rushed back to the village.
When Shumei got home, she said nothing. She sat on the stone bench in the yard, holding her child in her arms, distracted. Tang Boyi tried to say all the nice things to her, but she didn't say a word to him.
Oh, God! Why do you treat Shumei like this? She just wants a peaceful and stable life, don't you want to make it better? Boyi cried out to God for Shumei in his heart. Looking at Shumei, who looked like a walking corpse, he wanted to hug her and give her a shoulder to lean on. No matter how much he tried to let go of his obsession, the sight of Shumei's sadness brought back the emotions that had been buried in his heart.
He had given his all, both emotionally and financially, but now the only one who could heal Shumei's heartbreak was herself. He could only pray in his heart, "Shumei, you must cheer up. No matter how difficult the road ahead, I will always stand behind you, silently clearing the way for you." As night fell, Boyi could only quietly leave the Zhang family.
After Boyi left, Shumei carried her child to the riverbank. She once again experienced the feeling of calling out to heaven and earth for help, but to no avail. Fate had played tricks on her time and again, and she had lost all hope of living.
Sitting on the grass by the lake, gazing at the moon-reflecting water, she had originally considered jumping into the still waters, ending her miserable existence. But then, she realized how useless she truly was, lacking even the courage to end her own life. Tears welled up again, and she let them flow freely, hoping to wash away the heartache.
It turns out that crying can't solve anything. My heart still hurts so much, and Dabao still hasn't come back.
Ji Zong fell down, Da Bao disappeared, and she no longer had any hope for the future. Perhaps death was the only way to escape. She finally mustered the courage to end her own life.
She put the child on the grass on the shore, took off her clothes and covered the child with them.
"Xiaobao, Shuangning, Mommy can't grow up with you. Your grandma is right. Staying in our house is harming you. I hope a kind person can adopt you and let you grow up safely. Our broken family doesn't deserve you. Mommy is tired, really tired. If there is an afterlife, Mommy will definitely become a better person and continue our mother-daughter relationship."
She was already exhausted from crying. After she finished speaking, she turned around and dragged her tired feet, moving step by step towards the river.
Perhaps it was the bond between mother and child! Or perhaps the child was awakened by her tears. Just as she had half a foot out of the riverbank, Shuang Ning, the baby in her swaddling clothes, burst into tears, dragging her back from the brink of death.
She woke up as if from a dream, staggered to the child, hugged the child lying on the grass in her arms, and burst into tears.
"My child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Mom is too selfish..."
She was filled with remorse and was glad that she had not made a serious mistake.
I was too selfish, thinking only of how to free myself, without considering the children and Ji Zong. Ji Zong had already done that, if I just walked away, what would happen to him? No, absolutely not. I can't give up Ji Zong, I can't give up the love we once swore to each other.
She muttered to herself in despair, dragging her tired feet and limping towards home in the dark.
When the villagers passing by heard the miserable crying, they all thought it was a "river ghost". They all quickened their pace and took a detour for fear of encountering a ghost.
In the Zhang family courtyard, Wu Ju, sulking in a chair, felt hungry, and finally thought of going out to call Shumei to cook. She looked around the yard and inside and outside the house, but there was no sign of Shumei.
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