Su Yin understood.
Xiu Yi's body was completely worn out by herself; to keep going, she took large amounts of toxic medication, but now she was at the end of her tether.
Xiu Yi, now speaking of the past, teared up, "I arranged for someone to find you, but they couldn't. The small hospital from back then had already been demolished. As for those people, some have died, others are injured. That day, Su He and Meng He were also there giving birth, and they all had records. It's only possible to take the wrong baby—you can't take an extra one. I refused to accept your death until I saw the report about you being Haitang …"
"You and I looked so similar when we were young, how could I possibly not recognize you?"
Xiu Yi wept inconsolably, unable to utter another complete sentence.