"Nonsense!"
Hen Meixin held her tightly, "How could Mom not love you? You are the child Mom carried and gave birth to with great difficulty. Your dad has always wanted a daughter. The moment you were born, he was so happy that he cried tears of joy."
She gently cupped Lai Qinghuan's face, "Don't let your mind wander and don't say such silly things. Both Mom and Dad love you very much. You're our only daughter—if we didn't love you, who would we love?"
"Then why doesn't Mom tell me her troubles?"
Lai Qinghuan asked, aggrieved, "I thought Mom and I talked about everything, that Mom shouldn't have anything to hide from me."
Hen Meixin's smile froze at the corners of her lips. After a moment, she sighed, "I heard something at the hospital today by accident."
"What did you hear?" Lai Qinghuan narrowed her eyes slightly. What could possibly shake her so much?
