Olivia slowly woke up and realized that the day was almost over. As she opened her eyes, she noticed the huge hanging bottle next to her and the surprisingly white ceiling. The pain around her body slowly swept through her, and the pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable, as if she had been run over by a wheel. Olivia's eyes were sore and her heart was in excruciating pain. However, despite her despair, there was not a single tear under her dry eyes. She knew that her child was gone.
"Awake?" A man's deep voice rang out, smooth like a cello.
Olivia looked sideways and saw the handsome man sitting in a corner of the hospital room, like a fairy. His contours were clear, his facial features delicate, and his skin cold and white. He wore a well-cut black shirt that made him look impor
