C335 I Love Her and It Has Nothing to Do with the Child

When she woke up, it was already noon of the second day. When she opened her eyes, she stared blankly at the snow-white markings on the ceiling. Her consciousness was exceptionally clear, yet she was completely devoid of the mood to cry.

She was terrifyingly calm. She blinked her eyes and a sour feeling filled them.

There was a loud noise outside the door, and her gaze shifted to the door