Jia stared at the toy medical kit on the ground without a word. She thought about Yang Cheng. She thought about Yang Bingqing. She looked at Mingshen who was pressing onto the toy scalpel in his hand.
"Was that…" tears brimmed her eyes and her vision blurred, "the baby room?"
Mingshen didn't have to explicitly agree but his silence held his answer that the locked room Yang Bingqing was staring at today was just that. It didn't bring any change in his expression.
"Dad and I wanted to get rid of that room. The crib is still there. Mom didn't. So there it is."
A soft gust of wind blew past them and Mingshen leaned back his hands. "Strangely we think that doctors are Gods. But fate is such a piece of shit."
He closed his eyes.
This day was a nightmare every single year. No matter how much they wanted to move on, the loss of their little girl who could have been running around the villa, plagued and haunted them to no end.
