Jiang Tian was transferred to a regular ward, and the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, leaving her in a deep sleep.
Perhaps out of consideration for the woman who had given birth to his child, Lu Xingshen stayed by her side in the ward that night.
Jiang Tian had delivered, her belly was flat, making her seem even more frail.
Other women after childbirth appear slightly fuller.
But she looked even thinner than she had before giving birth.
As she slept with her eyes closed, her chin sharp, her complexion under the light was pale and transparent.
For the first time, Lu Xingshen carefully observed a woman and found that Jiang Tian was actually quite attractive.
At first glance, not stunningly beautiful, but very pleasing to the eye, with a mischievous and cute mole on her cheek.
This tiny, slender girl, ten years younger than him, had given him a child.
Lu Xingshen didn't understand; to him, Jiang Tian was still a child herself, yet she dared to do something so bold.
