Then I knew that the days he went abroad were spent accompanying Airish for her prenatal checkups and childbirth. The endless chat records contained every bit of him and Airish and he never missed every important day of pregnancy.
Noah applied pregnancy oil to her, learned to massage her swollen feet and even used his hands to pick out the dirt that constipation could not get out for her. Turning the page, Noah and Airish quarreled over the child's fate. In the end, Airish agreed to let me raise the child, but she still wanted to pursue her career abroad.
I closed my eyes. I remembered that after Airish and her identities were made public, she smiled with relief and said to me, "Sister, I never want to blame you for taking my parents away. I yearn for a wider world. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for Noah."
With that, she ran abroad and became a light chaser. My parents resented me for her departure and even attended my wedding ceremony in a hurry.
In the meantime, Noah killed my child for Airish, just to pave the way for her child. I really envied her. Everyone loved her, but not me. Since that's the case, I should probably leave.