Looking at Nora Smith crying, Aunt Wang can only accompany her shoulder silently!
"Good boy, don't cry, it will pass in the future."
Recalling every bit of his mother's life, this kind of life is like a movie, which usually comes to mind in his mind. There is even an illusion that what just happened is like a dream, as if it will return to the original point after waking up tomorrow.
It's a pity that no matter how much people change, they won't come back.
After a long time, Nora Smith's grief was relieved once, and Jing Shixue came in with Xiao Wu in his arms and put it in Nora Smith's arms.
"Look at the children."
Aunt Wang also stepped forward to tease the child who was still in her infancy. "This child is really beautiful and must look like his father."
This sentence completely angered Nora Smith. "This is not Asher Hawn's child."
Aunt Wang was shocked when she heard this. "Isn't this a girl's? Aren't all these children yours?"