"I am so happy now!" Valentine Teller even felt that she was receiving too much, fearing that Heaven might grow jealous and take away everything she already possessed.
She dared not be greedy, only cautiously cherishing those she held most dear.
All she wanted now was her own child, as if, besides a child, nothing else mattered.
Turstin Muller slowly raised his eyes, focusing on Valentine Teller. He saw the satisfaction and joy on her face; she wasn't lying, she truly was happy.
It seemed he was needlessly worrying.
The two suddenly fell into silence, not saying a word, the atmosphere growing more awkward, as though the air was filled with lead, pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe.
Valentine Teller drank her milk in one gulp and stood up abruptly, "Turstin, I have to go to work now. We can talk another time."
"Okay." Turstin Muller unconsciously turned the paper cup in his hand, responding blandly as he watched Valentine Teller leave.
