You Deserve Not Getting A Wife

Mrs. Yue lets go of Yue Tingfeng's ear. Placing a hand on her stomach, she moved closer with a smiling face and said, "She's awake...Qingsi...are there any discomfort?"

Yan Qingsi opened her mouth but her throat felt scorched. Maybe she had stood under the sun for too long. She was unable to make a sound. After much effort, Yan Qingsi finally managed to squeeze out with a weak voice, "I'm fine…"

All these years she had never felt as wonderful as that moment. Her heart was never this relaxed and positive.

It was as though the clouds parted and she could finally see a ray of light.

The lonesome journey all those years down the thorny path finally bore some fruits. She could finally see signs of life.

Yan Qingsi's lips curled upwards. Everyone had to grow up, and the price of growing up may be good, maybe bad.

In the short 25 years of Yan Qingsi's metamorphosis and growth, every individual growth was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.