Cheng Su awoke with a start several times during the night, each time staring unblinkingly at the pitch-black ceiling seeing nothing, and she could always recall the sight of blood seeping through her pants that day.
It was her blood, her child's blood, and it seemed as though she could still hear her child's cries.
"What's wrong?" Hearing sobs, Qi Taiguo woke up and pulled the light cord.
Cheng Su buried her face in his chest and began to cry.
"What on earth is wrong? Are you not feeling well somewhere?" Qi Taiguo said, becoming very anxious and ready to peel back the bedding to check.
Cheng Su shook her head and said, "No, it's not that, I... I'm just thinking about the child."
Qi Taiguo's hand stiffened, and he asked, "Why on earth are you thinking about this now?"
He felt a sourness in his heart, and it was unbearable.
"I just think, if I had been more careful, more cautious, maybe we wouldn't have lost him." Cheng Su cried.
