Meng Qingge sat quietly on the steps, watching Little Flower's performance, unmoved. It was as if his entire soul had been stripped out of his body to search for his child.
When the director said that the performance had lost the mother of the child, it struck Meng Qingge straight in the heart that he had indeed lost a hard-won child.
She could still clearly see the pain at that time, as if the pain was carved into her bone marrow. She didn't even feel like this was a show, that was her true appearance.
Her silence attracted even more attention from the audience. It was a sorrowful look. Her clothes were still in good condition, and her exquisite face made people feel lonely.
"The police are out." Little Flower's words caused the entire audience to be in a frenzy.
"I'm sorry, but your two children are no longer in this world. My condolences."