Shi Nuan went into the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, Song Yansheng hadn't returned yet. She lay on the bed, leaving only a bedside lamp on.
The light was dim, but perhaps she was used to this level of brightness, because she could actually see every piece of furniture in the room clearly.
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear; the wind stirred the curtains, bringing a rustling sound. The night was actually very quiet.
Shi Nuan's hand subconsciously touched her own abdomen. Would she really desire a child?
Yes, she would. When she was young, she heard from her grandmother that her mother had a difficult labor when giving birth to her, and the hospital issued a risk notice.
Her father was so terrified that he was trembling all over; in the end, it was her grandfather who signed the surgery consent form for her mother.
