All Dead

However, as soon as the child was born, there was no sound of crying. She heard the midwife mutter in horror. "Why aren't you crying? Why aren't you crying…"

She struggled to get up to take a look at the child. The little child's entire body was bruised and pale. No matter how the midwife patted the child's feet, the child would not cry. Her heart was about to break. She got out of bed with difficulty and walked over to pick the child up. She stroked the child's back again and again, praying for him to cry.

It hadn't been easy for her to keep him alive. It hadn't been easy for her to give birth to him. She wanted him to live, even if she had to trade her life for his.

It was unknown if the heavens had heard her pitiful plea, but a weak cry sounded in the room. The infant's entire body was tense. He clenched his fists and cried. Even though his voice was weak, he was crying hard.

She named him Xu Lin.