Xinbao's situation was different from that of the other children at the orphanage. Though still very young, he had suffered so much. Of course, the old director hoped this couple truly were Xinbao's biological parents. No matter what, it would at least bring the child some emotional comfort. But if the whole thing was a misunderstanding and they had found the wrong person, she did not want Xinbao to suffer too great a blow.
The cruelest thing in this world was not having no hope, but seeing hope clearly, only for it to vanish again in an instant.
The old director was not sure whether Xinbao could bear it if this really was a misunderstanding. So before the test results came out, she would rather not let them have too much contact.
The couple fell silent at the old director's words. Although they were certain Xinbao was their Meng Yangyang, there was always the possibility of being wrong. What if he really was not? They could not exactly take someone else's child home. Besides, the child was disabled—blind, unable to speak, and with crippled limbs.
The woman held the man's hand and let out a long sigh. "How could something like this happen?"
The man patted her shoulder and comforted her. "No matter what, finding him is a good thing."
The woman said anxiously, "I just don't know how to tell the family. Our parents are all over seventy. Can they handle this?"
The man remained silent.
The woman stopped talking as well.
In truth, they both understood. The more pressing issue was what they should do after taking the child back. Their family was not poor, but they were not well-off either. The child was blind, unable to speak, and his hands and feet had been broken. Treating him