Since becoming pregnant, Fu Qingshuang has never left the house.
She woke up very early today. Luo Xiao hadn't come home last night. She changed into a loose shirt and got up to open the window.
Yesterday was sunny, but today's weather is so gloomy. The early morning sky was dark, making one's mood feel relentlessly oppressive.
Fu Qingshuang picked up the phone on the bedside table, thought for a moment, and put it back. Of the ten calls she made, nine went unanswered by Luo Xiao, and the one he occasionally picked up was likely a mistake.
Her gaze dimmed, then fell to her still flat abdomen. She thought, maybe once the baby is born, Luo Xiao might come home more often, right? After all, this is his child too.
Thinking of this, Fu Qingshuang's lips curved slightly. It doesn't matter. He doesn't come home, but he is still her husband, a relationship that laws can't change. She can wait for him.
Fu Qingshuang sat upstairs for a while, then went downstairs for breakfast.
