Once, she thought of herself as a person without much emotion, whether towards children or others. She believed she had invested all her life's passion into Wei Chengfeng.
She even felt that if she ever had a child in this lifetime, the father should certainly be Wei Chengfeng.
But unexpectedly, she found herself pregnant one day, and the father of the child was another man.
Although she didn't love Li Shaoxian, this child inside her was undeniably hers.
Touching her still-flat belly, even her icy heart began to soften.
This was her child, her child...
Undeniably, she loved this child because it was her own flesh and blood. It was this child that made her feel like a mother for the first time.
When Li Shaoxian returned home, a nauseating cheap perfume scent hit him the moment he stepped through the door.
No need to ask to know what he had been doing.
