When I regained consciousness, I felt as if a layer of skin was peeled off from top to bottom. I knew very well why this feeling came from, but I still didn't give up. I opened my eyes and grabbed a person and asked, "Where is the child? My child?"
Unexpectedly, the person who cared me this time was still Gavin. He said, "Darcey, you're awake. Are you thirsty? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Where's the child? Where's my child?" I stubbornly asked again and again, but when I looked at his expression, the despair in my heart increased.
After hesitating for a while, Gavin finally stuttered. "The child... the child is gone..."
This news exploded in my mind like a dull thunder and shattered all my thoughts. I didn't even notice that Gavin's hand was being grabbed by me all the time.
