Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“How do you know my name?” She did not remember wrongly. He had indeed called her Xia Ruoxin, and she was sure that she had never told him her name—plus they had only met twice.
“I’m a doctor,” Gao Yi said blandly. Xia Ruoxin suddenly remembered that she had written down her particulars when she sold her blood.
“I’m Gao Yi.” Gao Yi was tall and had long legs, but he was careful in matching his pace strides with Xia Ruoxin’s. He held the child stably. He was a man, and the child was small so he was like a big cradle.
“Thank you.” Xia Ruoxin thanked him again. It seemed she didn’t know what else to say other than this. In his arms, Rainy was sleeping securely. Her little face was red, and she had not been awoken. This was the difference between a man and a woman.
Whenever Rainy was by her side, she always insisted on walking on her own for fear of tiring her mother out. Even when her mother was holding her, she was not able to sleep soundly.
However, today, in Gao Yi’s arms, she actually slept so soundly.
She, her mother, had never let her daughter experience this before.
“I don’t like to receive so many thanks. Everything I did was because I felt like it, not to exchange for your words of gratitude.” Gao Yi turned his head to the side and looked into Xia Ruoxin’s sad eyes.
“Her father?” He wanted to know what kind of man would be so irresponsible to let his woman sell her blood to save the child.
“Her father?” Xia Ruoxin lowered her head lightly. “She doesn’t have a father.” It was true. Her daughter did not have a father, only a mother. Her father did not even know of her existence and would not be happy about her birth.
He was doing very well with a wife whom he loved so much.
So was she… because of her cute daughter.
“I’m sorry,” Gao Yi apologized. He should have known. Only a single mother would have it so hard. It was certainly not easy raising a child single-handedly.
“It’s okay. We’re doing fine.” Xia Ruoxin smiled dismissively. Were they really okay, though? They were doing fine, but how fine was fine?
Fine enough to make her sell her blood?
Gao Yi turned his head, only to see Xia Ruoxin’s face still a little pale. Her expression always held a hint of fatigue since three years ago… and perhaps all the way till now.
He felt slightly uneasy as if his heart had been pricked by something sharp. It was a feeling he had once felt.
He pressed his lips together and held the little girl more firmly in his arms without saying a thing. He looked down to see that Rainy’s hand was clutching the clothes at his chest. Her small fingers were really pretty, pink, and lovely.
He continued holding the child in his arms until Xia Ruoxin stopped in her steps.
“What?” He lifted his eyebrow.
Xia Ruoxin was a little embarrassed. Was she troubling him too much, considering they were strangers?
“We’re here.” She pointed to a small house in front. That was her home.
Gao Yi picked up Rainy in his arms and walked forward directly. Xia Ruoxin could only follow helplessly.
She opened the door. He only noticed her fingers. They were long and slender but did not hold much strength.
The room door opened. The few pieces of furniture in the room were extremely simple and old. There was a bed, an old cupboard, and there was a huge basin on the ground filled with a pile of clothes.