Wufu walked to Madam Zhou's bedside, half squatting, looking up at her, feeling anxious at heart.
"Wufu, good child, what was your name before?" Madam Zhou stroked her head, her face gentle and affectionate.
Wufu was taken aback and said, "I am Wu Fu, the same name and surname."
Madam Zhou made a sound of acknowledgment: "I see, it's all fate!"
"Mother, please don't..."
"Good child, listen to me!" interrupted Madam Zhou, saying: "You call me mother, then I am your mother. Your being here is heaven's arrangement, making us mother and daughter, but alas, this time is too short!"
"Mother, we still have a lot of time."
Madam Zhou shook her head, repeatedly stroking her face, saying: "I know my own body well, both he and I cannot hold on!"
She touched her belly.
Wufu was shocked, her voice sharp: "Mother..."
