Purple Summers paused.
The girl's pupils were unnaturally black, set against her snow-white and delicate skin. She should have looked pretty and cute, but upon closer inspection, an inexplicably eerie feeling emerged from her beauty.
This little girl made Purple Summers feel uncomfortable.
Ever since she had volunteered at the orphanage, Purple Summers had developed a deep affection for children, and now that she was pregnant herself, she would pay extra attention to little ones.
But this little girl in front of her…
"Auntie, you're carrying a baby," Cherry's gaze fell upon Purple Summers' belly, which was more than seven months along.
Purple Summers gently caressed her stomach and hummed in acknowledgment.
Cherry pursed her lips and said softly, "Is it like this with all parents? They raise children only to no longer want them."
