When Gu Wangshu woke up, the midwife was no longer there. The black clothed man who appeared like an illusion that night was also gone.
The room was quiet. He shifted his gaze to the place where he had left the crib a few days ago.
Gu Wangshu smirked.
The pain of having a child was completely forgotten.
Even if the child is not the fruit of love, it must be his heart