"Yes, we have, but you may have no memory of this at all."
The little boy was floating in mid-air, with a sad expression, looking at the man who had only seen him once, kneeling on the futon.
Huo Zhengting repeated his words: "I don't have this memory at all?"
"Yes." The boy's voice was crisp and raw, "You drank Mengpo soup."
"Mengpo soup?"
Huo Zhengting clenched his fist, he couldn't understand what the child said.
He, what does this mean?
The boy said again: "It doesn't matter if you don't know who I am, but you must know my mother. Her name is Lin Ruxia."
As soon as this sentence was finished, the boy saw Huo Zhengting, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly become stiff.
Huo Zhengting was covered in cold sweat. With a trembling voice, he said in disbelief, "You, are you that child?"
The child who appeared in his dream, had taken shape, but had no breath.
"yes."
The boy replied crisply.
Huo Zhengting was short of breath, and he tried his best to calm himself down, but he still couldn't restrain his inner emotions.
He suppressed the pain and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"
"My mom seems to let me go."
The boy pursed his lips, crying: "She won't miss me anymore."
Huo Zhengting opened his mouth, wanting to ask him what he meant.
But before he had time to speak, he heard the boy say: "I don't blame her, this is what I wanted, I chose not to come into this world, how can I ask my mother to be sad for me?"
"But, but I still feel very uncomfortable. My mother used to miss me all the time, but today, I can feel that she has slowly let go of her heart"
"I'm so sad, I can't appear in this world and grow up in my mother's arms like other normal children all over the world."
Having said that, the little boy fell silent.
Huo Zhengting's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it took him a long time to find his own voice. He said, "Maybe you should know that your mother she, she left with you."
That was the dream that Huo Zhengting was least willing to face.
In the dream, he watched Lin Ruxia dying in front of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only hold the child who was also breathless, and cry silently on her bedside.
Every time Huo Zhengting thought of this dream, he felt so sad that he almost wanted to pull out his heart.
Why, why did Xia Xia experience this?
Why did he let Xia Xia have such a painful experience in his dream?
When the boy heard this, his crying became more obvious: "I, I knowI don't want to do this"
"Did you do it?"
After Huo Zhengting said these words, he realized that his tone had already carried a strong murderous look.
It turned out to be this kid who did it!
The little boy whimpered: "Mom is so miserable, my mother is living so hard"
Even if he didn't choose to leave, that heavy kick had greatly affected his development.
If he chooses to be born alive in this world, he will probably be a weak and sick child for the rest of his life.
He has already dragged his mother down enough, how can he continue to be a drag on his mother?
And his biological father, like a moth, only knows how to suck blood from his mother all day long.
Mom really had a hard time! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com