Anne woke up when the sunlight hit her face through the curtains in her bedroom. As soon as her eyes were open, Anne immediately looked for Christian who was still sleeping in his best position with his feet next to Anne's face.
Anne giggled as she touched her son's tiny fingers. "Whose child are you, baby? You've been sleeping like this for a long time."
After fixing her son's sleeping position, Anne then got out of bed to go to the bathroom, but just as she stepped on her feet, Anne was already wincing in pain. Her brain immediately replayed the memory that had happened yesterday. She immediately lifted her leg to see how deep the wound was after running from the main gate into the house without wearing her shoes.
"Looks like the wound is quite deep," Anne murmured softly when she saw the wounds on her legs that scratched the soles of her smooth feet.