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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Ruoxin, you’re here to collect the clothes?”

nThe woman smiled and nodded. “Yes.” There was a faint glow to her face in the frosty wind, and her belly was growing bigger.

n“It is such a cold day, and you are still here for collection.” The woman pitied her fragile frame and sighed. “You are the thinnest pregnant woman I have ever seen. You must take care of yourself. Don’t compare with the others and don’t work too hard.”

n“It’s alright, I can do it. The baby will arrive soon. I want to save more money to buy her milk powder.” She smiled happily as she looked at her stomach. Her face was in a state of bliss.

n“Alright then, give me a minute.” The woman wanted to say more but stopped herself. Finally, she shook her head and went back in.

nNobody knew where she came from, the one who collects clothing. They only knew her name was ‘Ruoxin’, a pregnant woman who had no one. She usually came to this area to collect clothing to wash. They pitied her so they were constantly looking out for her. Even when there was no clothing to be washed, everyone would come up with some in unison. It was a form of unspoken help for her. To put it plainly, everyone owned a washing machine; but they just wanted to give her money with a cause.

nAfter all, they were all women. Such a pitiful woman deserved their sympathy.

nThe middle-aged woman emerged with a big bundle of clothes in her arms. She passed them over to her.

nThe younger woman at the door thanked her and then made her way to the other families for collection.

nThat was Xia Ruoxin.

nA few months ago, she left that city using what little money she had for a bus ticket. She was penniless when she arrived. This was why she stayed in a warehouse and worked as a laundry lady to earn money. Life was tough, but she felt satisfied.

nNow, both she and her baby were well. She did not feel lonely because she had her baby.

nThe frosty wind blew down on her body. Her belly was much bigger as the baby was due soon. She wondered if it was a boy or a girl as she hugged the bundle of clothes tight in her chest. She stopped.

nIt took her some effort as she bent down at her waist to pick the newspaper on the stairs. It was a report on an exceptionally extravagant transnational marriage.

nShe loosened her grip and lowered her long eyelashes slowly as white smoke appeared and vanished. The newspaper fell on the floor again as she gathered the bundle of clothes tightly against her chest once more.

nBaby, you are all Mommy wants. That is enough.

nThe woman’s shadow grew longer under the dim street lights as the corner of the newspaper flipped with the blowing wind. The words on the newspaper stood out clearly from the lighting.

nEven though the lights were not very bright.

nThe transnational wedding ceremony between the CEO of Chu Enterprise and his fiance was approaching. It would be held in France.

nWhen Xia Ruoxin came back the next time, there was a huge bundle of clothing in her arms. It would likely take her the whole night to finish them, but that meant she should be able to provide a better future for her baby.

nShe would not mistreat her baby, for she would be a good mother.

nShe lowered her head once more and looked at the newspaper which was laying on the ground from a distance. She smiled. This time, she did not stop. She even stepped on it and left a light footprint.

nShe returned to the place she was staying, a small and dilapidated warehouse. It was provided by a kind-hearted soul. Otherwise, she would really be begging on the streets—alone, without anyone to depend on, and pregnant.

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