Groggily waking up, Ning Chu stared blankly at the ceiling.

She yawned and reached out to the bedside, but her hand grasped nothing.

"Wen Yang..." she murmured hoarsely, trying to turn and curl up on her side, but as soon as she lifted her leg, the painful contractions stopped her in her tracks.

Furrowing her brow, she instinctively wanted to touch the wound, but then, from the living room, came the sound of her baby crying loudly.

Ah... I’m a mother now...

It had only been a few days, but it felt as though she had been living in another …