Seeing how easily Liu Mengjiao found the location of the child, Qin Sisi couldn't help express her surprise: "Have you been here before?"
Liu Mengjiao shook her head: "Never."
"Then how did you know the child was in this room?" Qin Sisi became even more perplexed.
"Intuition." Liu Mengjiao responded vaguely, strolled towards the bedside, and looked down at the sleeping baby, displaying an expression of sadness and affection on her face.
The moon outside the window still seemed far away, casting faint moonlight inward coolly as if to spread silver frost across the illuminated floor.
Qin Sisi secretly sighed, perhaps this was truly a case of a mother's intuition!
Liu Mengjiao stood watching for a while before finally squatting down. She extended her hand and gently caressed the baby's soft, tender face. Her gaze showed deep reluctance to part.
If there was anything in the world she couldn't let go of, it would be this small life that she had brought into the world.
