Li Lan hoped to form her own emotional anchor by having a normal son, unfortunately, her son inherited the same illness as hers.
She was desperate.
But Li Zhiyuan didn't think he had done anything wrong.
No matter how powerful the church, it couldn't sell redemption vouchers to those not yet born.
When the boy in his heart changed the name "Mom" to "Li Lan," it meant he had severed that relationship.
You keep struggling in pain; I'm tired of watching.
Rather than internalizing the pain, better to externalize it onto others.
Li Zhiyuan put down his cup, planning to leave.
"Snap!"
Like the pull cord of the Grandmaster's House lamp suddenly being yanked, Li Lan went dark completely.
She became very cold and indifferent, and something in the depths of her eyes seemed to be rapidly peeling away.
She raised her head again to look at the boy standing in front of her.
