He strode in, cast a glance at the child swaddled in cloth. Unlike newborns who cried incessantly from birth, this infant was unnervingly quiet. Under his pale skin, purple veins were visible, making him seem especially fragile.,Unlike anything I've ever smelled before, it was like vomit with rotting sashimi. It just felt unsettling in a way I can't describe.,Perhaps because there was nothing like this in her past life, even if she lived again, she didn't care about this role at all, even finding it unnecessary.。