Thinking that her daughter had suffered so much, Sima You Yue felt so distressed. She reached out to touch her body and found that she was cold all over, the temperature was not like a living person would have.
"Why is she so cold?" Sima You Yue knew that it was because the child was not breathing so it was so cold.
After thinking for a while, she removed all the swaddling clothes, hugged the child close to her body, and wanted to use her body to warm her.
"You You—" Wu Lingyu saw her like this, thought she was provoked, felt sorry for her, and wanted to tell her not to do this, but after seeing her tears, he couldn't say anything.
Over the years, when he looked at his child like this, he even cried several times, not to mention that the child was hers.
Sima You Yue was holding the child, feeling like she was holding an ice cube, her body shivered from the cold. However, she didn't let go of her but hugged tighter.
