The late-night breeze was chilly.
"Cough, cough----" Shen Ruoxi's face turned pale as she began to cough violently.
The depletion from childbirth, combined with the abuse she had suffered, had left Shen Ruoxi with a long-standing illness after the birth of her child, perhaps as punishment for abandoning her child all those years ago.
The woman moved forward to gently pat her back, speaking softly, "This isn't your fault, back then you really had no other choice."
Living apart from Ye Junmo, Shen Ruoxi was consumed by guilt and self-blame. She missed him, but she couldn't send her yearning to him. She didn't know how she had made it through those countless lonely nights.
The rare reunion had turned out to be nothing like she had expected.
The woman looked distressed and raised her voice a bit, "Momo, don't make your mom sad anymore!"
Lacking a sense of security, Ye Junmo started to cry, choked up, at the slightly raised voice of the woman, "Did I do something wrong...?"