Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The man rested his hands on the table as he raised his brows. It had been three years since they first met, and the situation remained the same.
It was exactly like three years ago except for the extremely pretty little girl in her arms.
“You remembered me?” Xia Ruoxin smiled faintly. Three years ago, she had come to sell her blood for the first time. She had never forgotten this unexpected doctor.
“You remembered. How could I forget?” The man smiled as he rested his arm on the chair behind him.
Surprisingly, they had been on each other’s minds even though this was their second encounter. Three years might have passed, but when they met again, they had recognized each other immediately.
He was not very handsome, and yet his face was full of character; kind yet distant. Especially his light brown pupils, there was an aloofness that was unknown to others.
Xia Ruoxin stretched her arm out as she turned Rainy’s face to her chest. She did not wish for her to see this.
“I told you this would hurt.” The man pursed his lips, measuring this woman with his eyes. She looked more haggard than three years ago with the same actions.
He did not like one who sold their blood, especially a woman.
If there was really another solution, why would one resort to selling their blood?
“I know, but this is necessary.” Xia Ruoxin lowered her head and met her daughter’s big, round eyes and pressed her head closer to her chest with the other hand.
“Mommy, it is very uncomfortable for me like this.” She pouted her petal-like lips and protested.
“Hang on for a little while, baby. It will be over soon.” She caressed her daughter’s hair and looked at the doctor who was wearing a serious expression.
“She was the child from three years ago.” The man stood up, retrieved a syringe from the side, and sat again. A look of indifference flashed in his eyes. It was a quality unlike a doctor’s.
“Yes.” Xia Ruoxin nodded. “She is my daughter.” She rested her face at the top of her daughter’s head, her eyes oozing with love. She was her precious baby.
“Where is the child’s father?” he asked as he pulled Xia Ruoxin’s arm. The scar of the needle prick from three years ago was vaguely visible on her slender arm. It had not faded at all.
Xia Ruoxin shuddered and shook her head. “We are separated.” She smiled and replied lightly, not making it into a matter. Yet, the man could see the pain in her eyes when he looked up.
The needle went in, and it did not hurt much, just slightly numbing. Xia Ruoxin put her other hand on her daughter’s head, not wanting her to witness this bloody scene which could cause her to accept the complicated adult life.
The needle was removed once the blood bag was filled. The doctor, like three years ago, pressed onto her arm with his hand. He did not think that she would have a spare hand for herself.
Her other hand was taking care of the little girl in her arms.
“Your daughter has your looks.” The man smiled as his light brown eyes brightened which made him more approachable.
