Li Lei could not imagine how she was able to bear the sorrow alone for years.
She was only a weak girl. How did she endure such a painful time? If she did not know that Shaohui was alive, would she decide to keep this secret from him her entire life?
Li Lei felt his heart shatter.
On the bed, Shaohui suddenly moved and opened his eyes.
Looking at the man and woman hugging beside his bed, he softly called out, "Sister. Uncle Li."
The child's weak voice brought the two people back to reality. Li Lei reluctantly let go of Xia Ling and walked to the bedside to look at Shaohui with concern. "You're awake." His voice was gentler and kinder than usual.
Xia Ling was more direct and leaned over to give her child a long hug. Her face stuck to Shaohui's cheek and felt the child's warmth and breathing. It was so real that she could not bear to let go.
The small child lifted his fat and short arms and hugged her.
