But the rain persisted for days on end.
Yuri took care of the baby with practiced ease, but never gave him a name.
The moment you learned someone's name was the moment you began to form an attachment to them.
The baby was adorable, plump and fair, with eyes that looked utterly innocent when he gazed at someone.
Yuri stroked his soft little hand and thought that this could not go on.
She had to get rid of the baby immediately.
Because she was already beginning to find it hard to let him go.
Despite the heavy rain, which almost obscured her vision, Yuri took a shovel and left the house.
Cold raindrops fell on the baby strapped to her back, and he wailed shrilly.
His cries slowed her digging considerably.
He's just a child who doesn't know anything.
That was what Yuri thought.
Yet every moment, Yuri could smell the aura of death emanating from him.
She bit her lip and took the baby off her back.
As she laid him in the hole she had dug, his tiny hand closed around her thumb.
The softness against her fingertip felt like cotton candy.
Yuri began to cry. Her tears mingled with the rain, concealing the depth of her sorrow.
"I'm sorry, little one. I was wrong. How could I kill such a young life? I'm sorry..."
She dropped the shovel where she stood and carried the baby back to the wooden house.
After that, time passed quickly.
Yin Chao watched the baby grow at an astonishing speed, until he reached the age of eight.
With a stern expression, Yuri placed a clay jar over the boy's head.
"I told you, you're not my biological son. I don't want to see that face of yours. It has nothing to do