C2 My Own Funeral

The mourning hall continued to cry softly. Qiao Leilei looked from afar at the little boy who was sobbing beside the coffin. Her heart felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles, and it was so painful that she felt suffocated.

That was her flesh and blood, the darling that she had given birth to for ten months!

Her son was sad because he lost his mother. As a mother