"Bai Zhengyuan!"
Meng Yue had never hated a person so much before, and that person turned out to be her husband, with whom she had lived with for over thirty years!
Zhao Siyan slowly stirred the coffee cup in front of her, watching Meng Yue, and spoke in a slow voice about the few things she knew. "The nurse who took care of you back then has already retired. It took a lot of effort for my people to find her, and she told me that your child was very healthy."
Meng Yue's eyes widened as she looked at Zhao Siyan, her fists clenched tightly, waiting for her to continue, her heart feeling as though it were being tightly squeezed.
Zhao Siyan saw her tension and said slowly, "Not only healthy, but also livelier than the average child, it was a girl."
Tears fell from Meng Yue's eyes, "Then where is she, where is she now, is she doing well?"
"Not found."
One sentence shattered all of Meng Yue's hope.
