This was a large room draped with pink gauze, as if it were a princess's chamber.
Chi Enen, who had been missing overnight, was quietly lying on the soft lace bed, her face exceptionally pale, with traces of abrasion visible on her forehead. Her face appeared so small, like a palm, making her resemble a delicate porcelain doll that might shatter at a mere touch.
Her hands were crossed over her stomach, showing no indication that she was carrying a new life within her.
She looked just like Sleeping Beauty, cursed by a witch in a fairy-tale story.
Quan Dongting stood silently beside the bed, his gaze gliding over her face and resting on her flat abdomen, a hint of thin anger flashing in his eyes. He then shifted his sight back to her hand with the hypodermic needle, his expression softened with more pity.
