Chapter 0087 Power (2 / 2)

Shamshell, however, found it somewhat nonsensical.

This was something that Shankar seemed to have heard similarly a long time ago, and only found it absurdly funny.

She may have been the one who had everything in the eyes of the onlookers, but only she knew that what she wanted most, she never got.

But seeing Zo Niang planning so much for her own child, she couldn’t help but think of the yet-to-be-formed infant in her own belly.

The thought of having one’s own flesh and blood, soft and fragrant against one’s body, calling oneself mother, looking at one’s self with moistened eyes-Xiang Capsicum suddenly felt that the future might not be so difficult.

Zuniang waited for a long time, but she did not wait for Xiang Capsicum’s answer, and only heard the creaking sound of the wooden door turning.

By the time he looked up again, the scented capsule was already far away in the slanting sun.

Knowing that she had escaped, Zuoniang hastened to call her son into the house with great joy, only to pack up the house more quickly, and leave the place before the sun had set.

On the other hand, the haloed daylight slanted above the pagoda, and Chen Zian was gritting his teeth as he attempted to walk for the tenth time.

His thin body relied on a walking stick, beads of sweat continuously rolling down his forehead, reflecting his slightly pale face. His expression was slightly twisted due to the pain, and the joints of his legs made a slight friction sound due to the long period of inactivity, and every time he landed on the ground was accompanied by an imperceptible tremor.

Chang Rong couldn’t help but try to go forward to help, but was glared back by An Ran, so he could only look at Chen Zian with a baba, his palms already all sweaty.

However, a journey of about five meters, Chen Zian walked with extra hardship, his hands gripping the walking stick tightly, his knuckles whitening and his joints bulging. A burst of tingling and pain came from his right leg, like a million worms biting, making every step agonizing, instinctively wanting to give up.

But it was getting closer and closer to the finish line, and Talking Cloud was right there at the finish line, looking at him with encouragement in his eyes.

“It’s okay, Zion, just three more steps, just three more steps.”

Chen Zian took a deep breath.