Zhao Xiuya knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't help it.
Even though her child was getting better, she couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart. She couldn't help feeling miserable, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
She also felt as though her life had lost its meaning. Her child, who had depended entirely on her, suddenly didn't need her anymore. The feeling was awful.
Xie Zhinuan, watching Zhao Xiuya cry uncontrollably, suddenly thought of a possibility, depression.
She couldn't bear to blame such a woman who had given everything for her family and her child.
Kneeling down, she gently wiped Zhao Xiuya's tears away, whispering comfortingly, "Everything will get better; no matter when, your child and your husband love you. Look, the child insists on eating by himself now, why? Because he loves you, he's afraid you'll tire yourself out!"
Zhao Xiuya looked up, "Really?"
She hardly dared to believe it. Was it not because of disdain?