Yun Ya was mentally prepared; she had weathered many storms and feared no tempest that might come, yet the daily torment of body and mind caused her to rapidly lose weight, and as her belly grew larger, even moving became difficult.
Yan Song watched, wishing he could bear the burden for Yun Ya, often distressed to the point of tears.
There was nowhere else to go; she lay in bed every day surrounded by a pile of machines, with a group of doctors and nurses attending to her, her blood pressure measured hourly, and an electrocardiogram taken every half-day. If any results showed abnormalities, it was a moment of earth-shattering alarm.
One could say Yun Ya walked a razor's edge every minute; a single misstep would plunge her into the flames, and being shattered to pieces was considered a mild consequence. The worst was losing three lives.
