Qiao Anxia's eyes became hollow.
Her pitch-black pupils quivered with helplessness and loss.
How could this be... She wasn't even qualified to be a mother... Was this punishment for her wrongs from the heavens?
All of a sudden, Qiao Anxia broke into a sob.
How long did she cry for? She didn't know. It was not until she head a knock at the door that she stopped crying, burying her head into the covers.
It was the nurse. She walked up to the bed and maybe because she assumed that the patient was still asleep, she left soon after.
After the door closed, Qiao Anxia popped her head out from the covers to reveal her falling tears. Her eyes stared at the snowy white ceiling in a daze, as her head went blank.
The nurse returned to the room at seven in the evening.
The tears on Qiao Anxia's face had dried, but the rims of her eyes were still red. Looking carefully, it wasn't hard to tell that she was just crying.
