C337 I Love Her and It Has Nothing to Do with the Child

337. I love her. It's not because of the child.

When she woke up again, it was already noon of the next day. When she opened her eyes, she stared blankly at the snow white lines on the ceiling. Her consciousness was exceptionally clear, but she did not have the mood to cry at all.

She was terrifyingly calm. Her eyes blinked, and a burst of sourness swept through her eyes