Even after more than twenty years had passed, she could still clearly remember the appearance of that child back then, the child who had just come out of the mother's womb, covered in blood and dirt, not warm like other children, but ice-cold all over.
She personally cut her umbilical cord, and without even a blanket to wrap her in, she could only tear a piece from her own outer garment to wrap her.
The Princess, in her weakness, only glanced at the child once and then ordered her to immediately get off and throw her away.
She didn't even cry, her breath so weak that it seemed she could perish at any moment.
As she held her and got off the carriage, when she was about to abandon her in the woods, the child suddenly opened her eyes, her black, bright pupils so pure and innocent that it made her tremble inside.
