By this time, her pregnancy was too far along, and the risk of an abortion was too high.
But the young mother had neither the means to raise a child nor the courage to take responsibility.
So, after she was born, she was abandoned at the entrance of an orphanage.
When she was a child, whenever she saw other children laughing and playing beside their parents, she couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness and loss.
It was a yearning for the familial love she had never known.
However, as time passed and she grew older, this feeling all but vanished.
As for the one who had abandoned her,
she didn't harbor much resentment.
At least they hadn't tossed her into a cold toilet or cruelly dashed her to death.
Instead, they had given her a slim chance to survive in this world.
After that, her life was just like a normal person's.
Nothing was different; everything was perfectly normal.
