It was snowing on the night of Layue's death, and it was winter.

Cotton wool-like snow flakes blew in from the roof of the thatched thatch, whining in the wind, and with the bright moonlight, a layer of white accumulated in the house.

She lay in the thatch in the corner, staring at the sky where the roof was broken, and her mind went blank.

If it weren't for the pain of contractions, she wouldn't remember that she was still alive.

She didn't have the strength to cry out in pain, she tried to help her stomach, but her hand trembled and stretched for a long time and fell on the thatch.

She was so hungry, so hungry for too long.

From the day she was pregnant, she was thrown away in this place, and she had a steamed bun and a bowl of water every day.

Just enough for her not to die.

The contractions became more and more frequent, and the painful wax moon fainted several times, and then woke up by the snow-filled wind.

This child's desire to come to this world is really strong, and the mother is so powerless, the little doll still tries to come to the world.

A small crumpled lump, covered in purple and black, scratching at the hands and feet. But the cry was very loud, the sticky hair was thick, and there was a bright red grain of rice in the center of the brow.

Layue suddenly cried, bit the umbilical cord, and used her last strength to hold the child in her arms.

She wanted to drink water, but the bowl was empty.

The child kept crying, and Layue felt a knife-like pain in her heart.

This is his own child, his own flesh, he is not guilty!

She cried, biting her fingertips and putting them to the child's little mouth, and the little one grabbed the mother's fingers and sucked them.

The weather was very cold, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, the child's body was gradually cold, and the little purple and black body never eased up.

Layue held the child's stiff body, and her pupils gradually dilated.

The blood flowed and flowed down the red-dyed thatch to the ground, and when it merged with the layer of snow that had fallen from the hole in the roof, the snow turned red.

"Mrs. Rouge of Rebirth" wedge The night of Layue's death is in the hand, please wait a while,

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