Song Frost had a long dream.

　　In the dream, Gu Baisheng held the tiny child, firmly protecting the child in his arms.

　　Anyone who came to pull, refused to let go of the child in his hands for a minute.

　　A man's cold voice told her, "He's dead."

　　"No! He's not dead!" With red eyes and a frantic hiss, she argued, "My child is not dead! You are all liars! You want to cheat my child! You're trying to hurt him!"

　　There were whispering ...