"When you gave birth to your second child, it was born prematurely. Your eight-month-old stomach fell on the ground. It's not good to give birth to a child, and your black-hearted mother-in-law took you and the child to walk more than ten miles at night. That night, after the whole family sent you and the child to the hospital, your father and a few younger brothers and sisters went to watch over you. Only I watched over the child."
Thinking of the scene from back then, Liu Guihua's eyes glistened with tears.
"So you don't know that the child died that night. I found your father and wanted to tell you, but at that time, you were bleeding heavily and your condition wasn't good. When your father and I saw the situation, how could we dare to tell you? We can only hide it at that time."
Li Zhiming squatted on the ground and touched his waist before withdrawing his hand in embarrassment.
When he was in the countryside, he always had a pipe on his waist.
