Another half a month passed, Long Linger intermittently went to see the child twice, each time was still taken by Doctor Lin, and the little one's condition was recovering day by day.
The baby's condition stabilized, but she began to worry about Yeh Huang. These days, from the window, she could always see the figures of armed police among the pedestrians on the street outside, everywhere there were secret searches, every day people were being arrested. It seemed peaceful and beautiful, but everything here felt like living in hell. Whoever dared to resist would certainly be arrested and thrown into endless hell. This era is truly a time where everyone lives in fear.
Long Linger held onto the window, staring blankly at everything, every day she watched, hoping that among the captured crowd, there wouldn't be the figure of Yeh Huang... At this moment, her man seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, a slight mistake would lead to self-destruction.
