"Jiang Jinghuai, Jiang Jinghuai..." She called out his name over and over again.
It was this man's name, the man she both loved and hated—Jiang Jinghuai.
He had once promised that he'd come back before she gave birth. But he didn't. Just like now, as she kept calling his name, again and again, hoping for a miracle to happen.
But there was no miracle. All she could hear was her own voice, and the nervous voices of the doctors. Her pain was always hers to bear alone. Whenever she needed Jiang Jinghuai, he was never by her side.
So she endured. She gritted her teeth and told herself it was fine. Because it was all due to his profession. But this time, she truly couldn't endure. At this moment, what she wished most was for him to share her pain.
This was her flesh and blood, and it was his too.
