The servant carefully helped her out of the bathroom. Lu Meng sat on the sofa, weakly saying, "Water..."
The servant poured a cup of warm water, and Lu Meng held the cup, sipping it little by little to relieve the discomfort.
All her strength was exhausted, leaning on the sofa, closing her eyes feebly.
After a while, she recovered some energy and picked up the phone to call Qiao An.
"Sis, are you busy?"
"I have ten minutes to rest. How's your health lately, Mengmeng?"
"Uncomfortable." Lu Meng recounted her dizzying nausea, touching her belly with one hand and complaining, "Why is it so painful for women to be pregnant?"
"That's why mothers are the greatest."
"Hmph." Lu Meng grumbled softly, "Sigh, I wonder when scientists will be able to create an artificial womb. Then there would be no need to have children. Wouldn't that be great?"
"I hope to see it happen in my lifetime."
