In the phone, Lu Zhan didn't reply to any of her messages, not even with an emoji.
But she was sure her message was sent.
Was he... thinking her departure didn't matter?
But then why did he pretend to be the old uncle every week to take care of her? And keep sending her things?
Was it fun?
Chi Nuan looked at the empty messages, feeling even more aggrieved, and her tears, like an endless stream, soon soaked the pillow.
She slowly sat up and pulled tissue from the bedside to wipe her tears.
It's been more than five months now, her belly was already quite round, and when she slept at night, it was always uncomfortable, and she had to be extremely careful when getting up.
After drying her tears, she slowly stood up.
Gently stroked her belly.
"Baby, we have to be strong."
As she spoke, she sniffled and silently told herself: It's not good for pregnant women to cry, she needed to control her emotions.
