It’s already March in spring, rain drizzling gently. Lately, Chiang Qing has been feeling uneasy, especially when witnessing this gloomy weather, thick fog, constant rain, making her feel more stifled inside.
She gazed outside at the rainwater like fine threads, clenched her fists and tapped her chest, exhaling heavily.
Someone hugged her waist from behind, Chiang Qing slightly tilted her head to glance and then looked outside the window again.
"What’s wrong?" Bi Xiaojin kissed the top of her head, asking gently.
Chiang Qing tapped her chest again, saying, "I don’t know, feeling suffocated inside, very uncomfortable."
Bi Xiaojin frowned and said, "Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? I also feel like your complexion hasn’t been great lately."
Chiang Qing shook her head, saying, "No need."
"But..."
"I said no need, didn’t you hear me?" Chiang Qing turned around and snapped.
Bi Xiaojin pressed his lips and after a while said, "I’m just concerned about you."
"What right do you have to worry about me? What do you matter?" Chiang Qing’s voice was sharp, feeling increasingly agitated and frustrated inside.
For so long, she’s exhausted every means possible, even resorting to a staged hardship to stay, yet there’s still no sign from her belly; is it true that she can’t give birth?
What now, how can she continue dragging this on? She even feels Shen Rong’s patience for her is diminishing.
Bi Xiaojin showed a hurt expression on his face, looking at her silently.



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