Early May.
The torrential rain was like a waterfall.
Pouring down.
The entire Capital was shrouded in a thick fog.
In the living room of Guanlan Villa, Jiang Muwan sat by the bed, with a laptop on the round table.
Beside her was a cup of steaming hot water.
A window separated her from the pouring rain outside.
Like two different worlds.
Half a month passed.
The despair and helplessness from morning sickness had disappeared from her body.
At this moment, Jiang Muwan finally felt like a normal person.
At this moment, ten weeks pregnant.
Half a month passed, Jiang Muwan's body gradually recovered, the morning sickness was present but not as frightening.
Though Gu Jiangnian felt uneasy, seeing his wife's mental state gradually improve, he said little more,
Yu Se and Song Rong occasionally exchanged regretful sighs when their eyes met.
Jiang Muwan was too straightforward about the matter of reducing the fetus.
This.
Hurt Mr. Gu's heart.
And this person could endure.
