Chapter 26: The Little Angel Sent by God (2/2)

So she begged Meng Shaoqian to take her away from Jincheng.

It was not easy for her to carry the baby. When she was conscious, she would give her baby sweet prenatal educations like the sun in March, warm but not to hot. However, when she was not conscious, she would seek for self-torture desperately. She would knee down on the ground and kowtow, murmuring in her mouth repetitively, ”Forgive me, baby. Mom is the sinner who can't save your life.”

Meng Shaoqian had spared every effort to cure Yu Lan's mental trauma. He always kept her company. Every time when she wanted to torture herself, he would hug her and made himself the target for her to let out her compunction. If it couldn't help, he would then use a dose of sedative.

Even his alumnus who worked in a New Zealand hospital was trying to persuade him to put Yu Lan in a asylum. However, he couldn't bear to put her in a asylum and let her suffer. How could these people in a asylum take care of a pregnant woman?

In just several months, Meng Shaoqian got gaunt. He was unable to sleep through a night.

Finally, the baby was born. Upon the first cry of the little baby, he knew that Yu Lan was cured. She looked at the baby with care and love even though tears was shed from her eyes. Right in her eyes was the shimmering warm sunshine in March days. And then she was occupied by the baby all day. She waited for the baby to open her eyes in the morning and took care of her throughout the day with all her energy.

The kid cured all her diseases...

It was an angel sent by the God to her.

However, they accidentally met Sheng Youting today and he robbed her angel away. It drove her crazy again.

Meng Shaoqian hugged Yu Lan tightly, ”Lanlan, be quiet. Qibao is sleeping now. You would awake her. Listen, it's her breath!”

Yu Lan was led into the kid's room by Meng Shaoqian. She came beside the pink little bed with one hand supported by the edge of the bed and another hand touching Qibao's supple black hair. Qibao's eyelashes were long and curled. Her diamond-shaped pick little mouth was closed now, just the same way she saw every day, ”Qibao is still here, not robbed by others. Still here, still here...”