Qiao Nian gently closed her eyes, suppressing all her emotions.
Although she hated what had happened five years ago and hated the father of that child, she really liked that child and loved him.
She had painstakingly carried him for ten months.
Every time she thought of him, she would remember the fetal movement caused by the child's mischievousness during her pregnancy. She often took her pulse and felt the pulse of the child in her stomach. Every time this happened, her heart warmed.
Sometimes, she even thought that after this child was born, she would give all her love to him and let him live a happy life.
However, this was all in her imagination. That child had just been born when…
While Qiao Nian was thinking, she arrived at the door of the room.
She reached out and pushed open the door. The familiar smell assaulted her face, causing her lonely heart to momentarily calm down.
