Chapter 150. Children's Tragedies - Part 7

"Baby, baby." After calling it countless times, I seemed to see a tiny figure in a piece of light.

He toddled towards me because he was too small, he walked unsteadily and stumbled.

As soon as I was happy, I ran to him, held the child in my arms, and looked carefully at the child in my arms. He was so small and red on his head, probably because he wanted to get out of my belly quickly, so he was squeezed himself out so tightly.

He had such a small nose and small eyes. Everything about him was so beautiful. He can also smile, smallmouth bent up, like a small flower.

"Ivelle, Ivelle.." The deep and distant voice remembered in my ear again and again.

I tried to find the source of the sound, but it was white around me and I couldn't see anything.

When I went back to see the child, the child was gone, and I was left alone in the white fog.

"Ivelle, Ivelle." The sound sounded again, and I covered my ears and didn't want to hear it. I