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The baby's health indices had mostly stabilized, and she could be taken out of the incubator.
Lin Na looked at the tiny infant in the nurse's arms, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
On the slightly delicate face of the infant were still many bruises, a consequence of the oxygen deprivation during the difficult childbirth, with sparse light yellow hair, she was sucking on a pacifier, sleeping with her eyes closed.
"Is this my child?"
She couldn't help but ask.
"Nana, if this isn't your baby, whose would it be?"
Lin Na's mother urged from the side, "Your wounds have mostly healed, why don't you hold her?"
Lin Na wanted to reach out and hold her, but withdrew her hand, her face showing a trace of resistance as she shook her head slightly, "This definitely isn't my child. My child wouldn't be this ugly."
"Newborn babies all look like this. You looked exactly the same when you were a baby."
