Maternal altruism is a powerful thing; to Liang Chen, who used to be very image-conscious, nothing mattered more than her child. She had gained weight, stretch marks, and a nasty scar on her belly, yet she had no complaints.
If I was given a chance to be a mother, thought Yan Huan, I would have done the same, no matter what it cost me.
She arrived at the hospital. Not anyone was allowed to enter Liang Chen's room, but Yan Huan just had to make a call to Qi Haolin. Soon, he came out to attend her.
"Where's the baby?" Yan Huan asked the new dad.
Qi Haolin smiled. "She's well and healthy, but smaller than most babies. A tiny thing, just a little above 5 grams. She's in the incubator now. Come, I'll bring you to her."
Qi Haolin was eager to show off his daughter.
"She's pretty, just like her mother."
Yan Huan didn't doubt that. Liang Chen was a natural beauty, and the apple wasn't like to fall far from the tree.
