Under the candlelight, the couple leaned close, intimate and inseparable. Jiang Shaohua finally voiced the hesitation that had weighed heavily in her heart these days.
She had once been a mother; she had been widowed for over ten years for her son, giving her heart and soul to him, only to end up with a bitter betrayal.
This was a pain she could not let go of, a thorn lodged in her heart.
Now she was going to be a mother again. She should feel boundless joy and anticipation for the child in her womb. Yet she simply couldn't.
"I know this is unfair to the child in my belly," Jiang Shaohua's voice held a tinge of bitterness, "everything that happened in the past life has nothing to do with him (or her). However, as a mother, I already feel some resentment and alienation towards him (or her)."
