She kept her child company in the day and at night. She would fold herself beside the hospital bed. At the slightest movement or sound, she would wake violently.
The whole ward was full of children of all ages, and all of them had both their fathers and mothers with them. Except her.
Sometimes, she would watch a couple take care of their child carefully, and she would feel sad. Not for herself, but for her pitiful daughter.
Her Rainy had no father, only a mother.
She felt something tugged at her clothes, looked down, and found Rainy staring at her with big, round eyes. They were slightly red, and she looked pitiful as her lips pouted, her hands tugging at Xia Ruoxin's clothes from time to time.
She did not know how to speak, but her eyes spoke volumes.
