PREVIEW

... er… A frosty season of a twilight year.

Fate is predetermined and disheartening…

Beijing.

In the corridor outside of the maternity department.

Ye Jiaqi held her test results in one hand as she gently stroked her swollen stomach with the other hand.

The baby had been in her stomach for over seven months. As soon as he was born, she would be ready to bring him overseas.

This child came as quite a surprise…

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