He could walk, talk, and even throw a tantrum when he was unhappy.
If her Shaohui was still alive, would he also be this big? Her eyes turned red, and she told herself that it was because she missed Shaohui, not because she was thinking of her child's father. She really did not miss him at all.
Her body slightly shook like an injured bird.
She forced herself not to think about that boy and his parents. She forced herself to divert her attention to think about something else… Anything else was good…
Her line of vision unknowingly fell to the ground and stopped at the place where she injured her foot. There was now a large bruise beneath the dirt, but she did not have a serious injury. However, it still looked scary. She remembered that she had a job tomorrow morning and had to wear a very short tutu. This injury would be very obvious then.