It's just a child, there's no need to drag the entire Taoist Temple to be buried with her. Even if they owed the Yan Family, that's still not permissible.
If such a child were to be saved, she wouldn't be able to bear the heavy price of this life exchanged for hers. In the future, her path wouldn't be easy.
In her coma, Ye Ning was in a daze, she saw many scenes, one moment she was carrying her child to that icy and snowy place two years ago.
Then, it was the old woman on that snowy mountain, watching her with a sinister gaze.
She seemed to hear her shouting angrily, scolding her, and scolding Zi Yangzi, calling them liars, promising to keep the child alive, but in the end, still unable to save her.
Thus, Ye Ning cried in her dream, not knowing how to answer that question. She was her child, she couldn't bear it, but now she really didn't know what to do.
"Ningning? Ningning? Wake up, Ningning?"
