"The child was born just moments ago, of course she's going to look wrinkly. Her features have yet to develop, alright?" Jin Qingyue snapped in a moment of pique.
Jin Qingyue did not feel even the slightest bit of Shi Shaochuan's care or concern at all throughout her post-natal confinement period.
It did not matter to her anyway. Lately, he had been returning to his old ways of going out early and returning home late again.
She had lost all hope and completely given up on him.
In fact, he had rarely taken care of the child either. Jin Qingyue decided to sleep in the nursery every night and hug her daughter to sleep.
They were practically living like they had separated.
