“Ah!” Irina loosened her grip and let the flint slip to the floor. She smacked her head in annoyance.

Why did she have to do this to herself? She clearly could have taken care of An’an comfortably at home.

As An’an continued making a fuss, Irina forced herself to calm down. She slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

Regardless of the environment she was placed in, An’an was always so calm and went about doing whatever without care.

Looking at her baby’s calm manner, Irina felt less vexed about the situation. As she gently cradled An’an, she coaxed softly, “Be good, An’an.”

The lighting in the cave suddenly dimmed by a few...