After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

In Song Jinye's memory, Sophia was very beautiful, a typical European and American beauty.

But now, she's skin and bones, her face is bruised and swollen, and her arms are covered in bruises.

She huddled up, head down, muttering to herself in a low voice, though it was unclear what she was saying.

Song Jin's sharp shout just now not only angered her husband, but also alerted Sophia to the commotion outside, causing her to raise her head in confusion.

Perhaps it was the sudden sight of so many strangers that caused her calm eyes to seem to be violently shaken, filled with fear.

She lowered her head desperately, wishing she could bury it in the ground.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me..." she cried out in terror, raising her hands to protect her head.

Just by looking at her conditioned reflexes, Song Jin could imagine the inhuman treatment she had suffered.

It's heartbreaking to see such a vibrant, young person subjected to such violence in a place that champions human rights.

She crouched down quietly in front of her.

Bo Sinian pulled her aside, signaling her not to get too close to Sophia to avoid being attacked.

Song Jin shook her head, indicating that it was alright and that she knew what she was doing.

"Sophia, do you remember me? I'm Taylor Song. Three years ago, I gave birth to a baby boy at Matveta Maternity Hospital. Do you remember that little boy?" Song Jin squatted down in front of her, softening her speech to be considerate of the other's tolerance. She spoke each word gently and calmly.

However, Sofia seemed to have erected a high and thick wall between herself and the world, making it completely impossible for anyone to accept the messages she was conveying.

She locked herself in a small, dark world, endlessly suppressing herself.

Song Jin also tried to communicate with her several times, but all attempts ended in failure.

"I told you, she can't give you any useful information," Sofia's husband said gloatingly from the sidelines.

Song Jin glanced at him, then slowly stood up. "Since Sophia can't give me any valuable clues, what about you?"

She turned her gaze to the man.

"I'm asking you, did Sofia ever tell you about the baby swapping incident that happened while she was working at the hospital?"

The man seemed to be hearing such an absurd thing for the first time, his face filled with utter shock. "What? Switching babies? Why would you switch babies?"

Song Jin, without much emotion, continued to ask him, "Did you talk about your work back then?"

The man wore a roguish smile and said nonchalantly, "Of course. I talk to her about work every day now too."

Andrew bluntly called him out: "Do you even have a job? You're talking to her about work?"

"It's about not having a job. I used to have a proper job, but I lost it because of her." As the man said this, his eyes turned fierce, and he glared at Sophia aggressively, as if all the blame should be placed on her. His lips were tight, and he looked like he was righteously taking his anger out on her.

"Does she ever have a lucid moment?" Song Jin also wanted to know if Sophia's mental instability was intermittent or if she was always in a state of confusion.

The man's attitude was dismissive and scoundrel-like: "I don't know."

In the end, Song Jin failed to extract any useful information from them and left empty-handed.

However, she still left the man her contact information, saying, "If she regains consciousness anytime, call this number. If you can provide any useful information, I won't treat you unfairly."

In the car, she asked Andrew, "Why did that scoundrel say Sophia caused him to lose his job?"

Andrew did investigate this issue. "It was because of his domestic violence that the company couldn't accept such an employee. After several warnings went unheeded, they fired him."

Song Jin was also slightly astonished. It was truly unbelievable that this could be blamed on Sophia, thus exacerbating the domestic violence against her.

On the way back, Song Jin suddenly stopped him, saying, "Put me down by the roadside."

Andrew paused for a moment, looked around, and reminded her, "Miss Song, this area is a cemetery."

Song Jin also looked at the rows of cemeteries along the roadside, a deep melancholy settling between her brows, even her lips paling slightly. Her tone was somber: "I know."

Bo Sinian seemed to have guessed something; his eyes darkened, his expression solemn, and a heavy, suppressed aura emanated from him: "Is that child here?"

Song Jin's eyes lost their brightness, her voice became muffled, and each word was heavy: "Although I don't know for sure whether he is my son or not, since God arranged for him to be my child, then he is my child."

Song Jin had originally planned to visit him during her trip to Country A, and now that she happened to be passing through, she could take the opportunity to see the children.

"I'll go with you." Bo Sinian opened the car door and got out of the car together.

Zhuge Yu also got off the train.

"Then... I'll go too." Andrew quickly caught up with them.

The cool breeze in the cemetery park gently caressed every blade of grass and every low tombstone.

Song Jin stood in front of a small tombstone, her whole body bathed in the soft sunlight, her back taut and thin.

Bo Sinian stood beside her, looking at her lonely figure, his feelings were complicated.

At first, he thought that Song Jin had also betrayed him and was pregnant with another man's child, so he always rejected the child.

Even when he learned that the child had died, he felt a sense of relief.

Otherwise, the existence of this child would be a laughing stock of him being cheated on.

But now, Song Jin is asserting with certainty that this child is their son, and that he may not have died young, but is living somewhere in the world.

Therefore, a great expectation arose in his heart. This child was the bond between him and Song Jinye. He hoped to find the child as soon as possible, to make up for the belated fatherly love, and to make up for all the absences he had as a father.

Song Jin also squatted down and took out some cheese sticks, small yogurts, and small cookies from her bag, placing them in front of the tombstone.

"These are all snacks that children love to eat. Mom brought you some, and I hope An'an will like them too."

She named the child "Song Yu'an" in the hope that he would have a peaceful and prosperous life.

Zhuge Yu pulled out a toy car, a bubble wand, and an early education machine that could tell stories and sing nursery rhymes from his pocket.

"These are all toys that children love to play with. If An'an likes them, Uncle will bring you more next time."

"I'm sorry, I didn't prepare anything." Bo Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice low and full of guilt.

"It's alright. You didn't know beforehand. I was originally planning to come over in the evening." Song Jin didn't find fault with him.

Instead, he introduced the child, saying, "This is your father. He's been too busy with work, so he's only just come to see you now."

Although her relationship with Bo Sinian broke down, she had no right to deprive her child of the fatherly love he deserved.

"You don't mind, do you?" Song Jin also turned to look at Bo Sinian, her eyes shrouded in a thick fog, and asked with a somber tone.

Although she felt that since Bo Sinian had come along, it meant that he had already accepted the child.

"Of course not!" Bo Sinian hurriedly shook his head, his movements were somewhat anxious, and his expression was serious, for fear that Song Jin would overthink it.