Looking at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms, my heart is filled with happiness.
But what makes me feel infinitely frustrated is that the baby's handsome little face really has not inherited any of my genes, and is a complete replica of that man. It's just that I really have to thank China for its large population. We were in the same city, but it's been almost 3 years now, and we haven't met that man again. Should I be grateful for my luck, or should God have a better eye? If he knew that I was the father of a 3-year-old child, I believe that the sinister Mr. Li would definitely kill me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel startled. Well, I'd better stop thinking about this kind of troublesome thing.
I kissed the baby's forehead and looked at the floating clouds outside the plane window, my thoughts flying far away. No matter what, Ren, I will still miss you, especially after seeing the baby's face becoming more and more similar to yours, my heart will throb inexplicably. But now I have to learn to be happy, because only when I am happy can I have the right to bring happiness to the baby. I will be a good mother. I chose this road myself, so I will go on even if I kneel down.