Actually, Tang Qingxue didn't get much sleep that night. Though her body was exhausted from just having given birth, her mind was exceptionally alert. For convenience in breastfeeding, the newborn girl lay by her side. She lay on her side, gazing affectionately at the little one.
After returning to the hospital, the nurses bathed the baby and fed her. After just one night, the little one's face wasn't as wrinkled as it had been at birth. Her cheeks were rosy, and she tried to open her eyes. The more Tang Qingxue looked, the more this tiny face resembled Yin Hun the Nineteenth.
Tang Qingxue smiled contentedly and couldn't help but hold her daughter tightly. After enduring so much hardship, the outcome was finally perfect. Yes, this little babe was the love crystallized between her and Yin Hun the Nineteenth, the most precious and perfect thing in the world. She wanted to give her all the maternal love she had, including the regrets from her own childhood.
