The weather was gradually turning colder. Thick carpets covered the floor, and the fire in the fireplace burned brightly, yet Yan Yinuo still felt cold—a bone-deep chill that no amount of clothing or heating could warm.
She wore a thick sweater, topped with a down coat worth tens of thousands of US Dollars, which barely concealed the swell of her belly.
The child started to become playful again, kicking her stomach forcefully, once here, once there.
Is it a boy? Such strength that it made her feel pain.
How long has it been? Five months? Six months? She couldn't quite remember.
Every day waking up in the same place, with no one to talk to, cut off from the outside world. The house big and empty, and even the one and only Filipino maid couldn't say a word to her.
The doctor hadn't informed her of the due date, but she guessed it would be soon.
Maybe this month, at the latest, it should be next month.
