She took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't suppress the depression in her heart.

She turned around and went back to her room. In the dim light, the little one closed its eyes and pouted. "Mommy, Mommy, hug me."

Rita softened a little. She stepped forward and held the child in her arms.

"Go to sleep. Mommy is here."

She could hear the child's well-proportioned breathing beside her ear. It was obvious that she was talking in her sleep.

Rita ached for the child even more.

Half a year!

She wanted to go back to Westgrad like crazy, as if nothing in her world at that time mattered.

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