Lu Chenyuan came back, and didn't even look at his daughter.
Lin Yan went upstairs, looking at the sleeping little one, bent down and gently kissed her little cheek.
Until now, they hadn't even given her a name.
Qingtian sensed it and opened her eyes, her dark eyes bright like twinkling stars.
A child's eyes are always so pure, untouched by even a trace of worldly impurities.
Qingtian grinned at Lin Yan.
That smile melted Lin Yan's heart, overflowing with maternal love, she picked the little one up from the crib.
Just like a little milk ball, her whole body carried the scent of milk.
She felt guilty toward Qingtian, as she was about to finish her confinement period and wouldn't have much time to spend with her.
Lin Yan knew very well what she wanted; she's not a self-sacrificing good mother willing to give up everything for her child.
She wanted her own life and career.
If motherhood required her to give up everything, she couldn't do it.
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