Fu Linglong sighed, looking at Fu Jingyu who cherished Ye Fanxing as his own heart, and said, "Do you now understand how hard it is for us women? Back when I was pregnant with our baby, I felt just as awful."
Fu Linglong's words gave Fu Jingyu an aching feeling, as if his heart was being carved out with a knife.
He finally understood why his brother-in-law wouldn't let his sister have a second child; it's truly too torturous.
When Ye Fanxing awoke, she was still on an IV drip. Fu Linglong looked at her and asked, "Feeling any better?"
Ye Fanxing said, "Hmm."
It's like this every day, truly unbearable.
Fu Linglong, with deep empathy, said, "When I was pregnant with our baby, it was the same. Even thinking about it now makes me feel discomfort."
Seeing Ye Fanxing, she felt as if she were looking at her past self.
Ye Fanxing looked at Fu Linglong and said, "Sister, you're really brave."
Fu Linglong gave her a gentle glance, "Only you'd say something so sweet."