C123 Cheng Zixu Is Sorry

Deep in the night, you can't see the clouds.

"Mom, are we going back to make dumplings?" The child's little hand was held by the woman's hand. The woman smiled with an umbrella and said gently, "Yes, what kind of dumplings do you like?"

She lowered her head and looked at her son. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw the bloodstains on the ground