Chaochao's mother still eyed Wen Ying with suspicion.
'In a dream?'
'Can dreams be controlled?'
Though she was an atheist, she was desperate to believe in a god just once, for a chance to see Chaochao.
Or perhaps, she hadn't been an atheist at all since learning of Chaochao's illness. She was willing to cling to any glimmer of hope, to try anything.
Wen Ying gave Chaochao's mother the clinic's address and instructed her to come find her after Chaochao was buried.
Chaochao's mother left filled with hope. The moment she saw Chaochao's father, she immediately checked to see if the item was still there.
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"Young lady, can you really let her see her daughter?" Old Sir Zhang, who had at some point removed his earbuds, watched Wen Ying with a probing gaze.
"Sir, why are you living here all alone? Where are your children?"
Aunt Zhang asked.
"A loner by choice. No kids, no wife, so I'm on my own."
