So later on, after she moved out, Jiang Zimo didn't even want to be superficial with her stepmother. No one knew, but it was actually just because she had tolerated too much in the past few years.
In the past two years, she has been traveling all over the world, and every time she has dysmenorrhea, she feels worse than death. After going to the hospital several times and undergoing a lot of examinations and detailed inquiries, the gynecologists can only come to one conclusion.
, that is, that miscarriage, which was a trauma that could never be repaired to her already sensitive and fragile body.
Yes, the irreparable trauma, but this trauma was left to himself.
Every time she thinks about this, she just feels so embarrassed. Give birth to another child? Haha... For her, any contact between the opposite sex now is a terrible nightmare.
Jiang Zimo knew clearly that she would never love again. No matter who she met, her love had dried up.
While she was grinding her teeth and waiting for the microwave to ring, the guest bathroom door was opened.
The boy's gentle voice came, and the wheelchair rolled to a stop not far from her.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiang Zimo didn't raise her head. Now she didn't want anyone to see her. She just continued to rub herself with her hands, shook her head and said, "No, it's an old problem."
"Do you have a stomachache? It may be big or small. It's better to go to the hospital for a checkup. How about I call and call for a car?"
Jiang Zimo thought to herself that this little boy really didn't understand anything about women. She said helplessly: "My sister is not sick. She will be fine in a few days."
The boy obviously hadn't reacted yet. He rolled the wheelchair closer, and the microwave oven rang at this time. Jiang Zimo quickly went to take out the contents. When she turned around, she accidentally didn't notice that she was wearing light-colored clothes.
There was some blood on the buttocks of the pants.
But the boy saw clearly and finally understood. He was immediately embarrassed and had to cough lightly to cover up.
If she hadn't seen the boy blush with her own eyes, Jiang Zimo would never have believed that there was such a simple man in the world. She couldn't help but want to laugh but was afraid of making him more embarrassed, so she could only turn her face to the side.
The smile reflected on the window made her feel dazed for a while. Even she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had raised the corners of her mouth like this from the bottom of her heart.
After drinking the spicy hot drink, she went directly back to the bedroom. Although she had taken medicine, her lower abdomen still felt a little uncomfortable. After changing out of her going-out clothes, she found a pair of loose home clothes in the closet and put them on. She curled up
Get up and wrap yourself in quilt.
I didn't feel sleepy after lying on the bed. I was about to get up to work when I heard someone knocking on the door politely.
Since her roommate was a man, she couldn't wear pajamas out of the bedroom. The heating in the bedroom was fully turned on, so she just randomly picked up a loose cashmere sweater and put it on, then changed into a pair of comfortable cotton pants and walked out.
When I opened the door, I saw a boy in a wheelchair holding a small bucket.
"I got half a bucket of hot water for you. Soak your feet in it to see if it will heal faster. I saw this on the website. It said that when you have a stomachache, just soak your feet in hot water. It usually makes you feel better.
Get well soon, um... although the reasons are different, it should be of some use."
Jiang Zimo knew that he also had good intentions, so naturally he would not refuse.