The loud cry of a baby.

The woman beside her stopped crying. She rushed to the small crib in the living room with soy milk.

Inside lay a baby boy with blood stains on his body, his eyes closed and howling. His whole body was wrinkled, as if he had just been born. There were blood stains on the ground from the closed room to the stroller.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Mom is back with food."

"Drink soy milk. Can the baby drink some soy milk?"

"I can't cry anymore."

The woman cried helplessly.

Therefore, Feng Wuli felt that this guy was very unreliable.

How can anyone feed soy milk to a newborn baby?

Or sweet soy milk.

Feng Wuli walked over silently and picked up the crying baby with his eyes closed and his little fists clenched.

The little guy felt a little more at ease in his arms, at least he stopped crying.

The woman just looked up at him blankly, tears welling up on her face, crying like a little girl.

"Junior brother, the baby doesn't drink soy milk."

"I definitely won't drink it."

"What does the baby need to eat? I'm going out to buy it now. Junior Brother, can you help me take a look at the baby?"

"I already know...I will save this child." Feng Wuli said gently.

"Crack."

The soy milk fell to the ground.

The golden morning sun flows into the house, the bright yellow soy milk spreads everywhere, the balcony curtain flaps against the window, and there seems to be a woman next to the shadow of the crib.

It's like it's never happened before.

The woman kneeling next to the crib suddenly disappeared.

The crying that had been noisy also disappeared.

The light coming from the balcony can only illuminate half of the living room. Feng Wuli is holding the baby and standing under the light. This side is in a place where the sun can shine, and the opposite side looks darker. The blood stains on the ground connect the two worlds of light and darkness.

Opposite the warm crib was a dark room connected by bloodstains. The door was open and extended to the feet of a woman by the wall. She was sitting quietly on the ground, leaning against the wall, tilting her head, with a knife stuck in her chest.

A bloody knife.

always quiet.

There's only so much she can do.
Chapter completed!