Qin dynasty novelist

As soon as these words were spoken, the already heartbroken woman felt a surge of despair. She clutched her son tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face once again.,In the whole warm carriage, a candlelight flickered, and the weeping of two women sounded incessantly. However, it seemed that no matter how mournful or tragic their cries were, they didn't seem to affect the baby in the lady's arms at all.,It seemed that the woman could feel her son trembling in her arms. She held him closer, trying to comfort him with her own warmth. Oh, poor child. Could he really end up like her, dying far from home。