The man's curses and the old man's harsh nagging that filled the air were suddenly gone, leaving only an ethereal voice as if it came from the heavens.
The woman should have been afraid.
Yet she wasn't.
Moreover, she wasn't even distracted by her current undignified state.
"She shouldn't become the next me."
The tone was detached and cold, like a narrative.
Lu Jingzhi touched her fingertip to the baby's cheek, and because of the natural affinity emanating from her, the infant's weak cries stopped.
Staring blankly at the darkness inside the room.
Lu Jingzhi remained silent, tidying up the woman a bit and putting the baby in her arms. "This is your child, do as you see fit."
Before the woman could react, Lu Jingzhi moved her arms away. "On second thought, don't bother."
The woman gave a short laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Lu Jingzhi asked.
