Shen Zhaozhao moved directly into the maternity center after being discharged from the hospital. The maternity center had everything, and Shen Zhaozhao only had to take care of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and occasionally amusing the baby when she was bored. She had a very comfortable confinement period.
The little girl had grown quite a bit, just as Zhaozhao's mother had said - with fair and tender skin, a small nose, and big eyes, she was very pretty, completely different from how she looked at birth.
However, even after staring for a long time, Shen Zhaozhao couldn't find any feature that matched her expectations.
It was her own flesh and blood, who she had carried for ten months and endured a day and a night of labor to give birth to, and yet the baby didn't resemble her at all.
That was so frustrating!
Shen Zhaozhao pouted, "I'm really just a courier."
