Mu Wanqing was in a daze, with tears of grievance in her eyes, looking straight at the man lying on her side on the wide, soft bed, leaving her with only an indifferent back.
In the end, she didn't say anything more, but walked forward slowly, then moved lightly, not daring to make the slightest sound again, and lay down on the sofa that only allowed one person to sit.
She curled up as hard as she could and huddled on the sofa.
She didn't know whether it was because she folded her body too much and squeezed her stomach, or for some other reason, but she suddenly felt her stomach squirm violently.
Mu Wanqing quickly raised her hand and pressed it on her belly. She was pleasantly surprised. This was the first time that she could truly feel the existence of her child without using any equipment.
Mu Wanqing wanted to cry for no reason.
Happy, sour.
She had checked fetal movements online before, and pregnant women could feel them when they were four months pregnant.
She had read some posts on the Internet. Many expectant fathers and expectant mothers were scrambling for time, looking forward to talking to their babies during the first fetal movement, and then cultivating and nurturing their relationship.
But……
In the darkness, Mu Wanqing's cold hands soothed her stomach over and over again.
She didn't know if she was too sad and had hallucinations, or... the child in her belly was inherently spiritual.
In the silent night, she clearly heard a small, extremely weak and childish voice, asking her: "Mommy, Mommy, does daddy not like me?! He never said hello to me or talked to me.
Talk, don’t sing to me, Mom, I want to hear Dad’s voice. I’m four months old, but I haven’t heard his voice..."
"Mom, mom, does dad hate me so much?! And I am destined to be a child who is not liked by dad?! Mom, the angels in heaven told me that children without father's love are the most pitiful. Mom, I don't want to be a poor child.
…”
"Mom, it would be better if I was not born, because in that case, the sadness will be short-lived and I can find a parent who loves me again..."
Hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Mu Wanqing was heartbroken. She raised her hands and covered her mouth tightly to prevent her sad cries from leaking out.
She kept saying to the child in her belly: "Baby, daddy doesn't love you, but mommy loves you very much, really loves you very much. Don't be like your sister and choose to leave your mother, okay?! That's really true.
It's so cruel. Mom promises you that when you are born, she will love you twice as much, love you twice as much, and pamper you twice as much. Even if you don't have a father, she can still give you the most brilliant life, so... please, don't be like that.
Mu Wanqing believes that some scars can be healed if they are not dug or touched; some pains can be treated as non-existent if they are not thought about or mentioned.
However, that is just self-deception.
After all, she could never forget or erase the desolation and despair she felt all over the world when she learned that she was pregnant three years ago.
She could not forget that she was lying covered in blood in a taxi that had overturned under a cliff, feeling her daughter being pulled away from her body bit by bit.
That was the first time she felt the coming of death so truly.
She cried, she shouted, she begged God not to take away her daughter, but the result was: she cried all her tears and her voice became hoarse, but her daughter still left.
She spent a long, long time in self-hypnosis. That painful memory was just a dream, a terrible nightmare.
In that dream, she gave her daughter a very cute, nice, and meaningful name: Yangmo Ni.
I admire you, I admire you.
I admire you, do you know how much I love you, how much I have loved you since I was a child?
What's unforgettable, what's unforgettable, I love you so much that I don't even care about my life.
However, you don’t care about anything, you don’t know anything, and you don’t want anything…
