It might be due to the unstable hormones during pregnancy that I could not control my tears.
The whole world was telling me that if I refused to give birth and saved Marlon's illegitimate child, it would be committing a heinous crime.
But who had ever considered me who gave birth at an advanced age?
A bowl of chicken soup appeared in my blurred vision and I looked up to find that it was Marlon who had returned exhausted.
His rough thumb wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
His voice was a little tired, “You are still the same as before, crying when you are pregnant.”
My memory was a little hazy and I suddenly remembered that pregnancy.
At that time, I was vomiting so much that I could not eat anything, so Marlon learned how to make chicken soup for me to replenish my nutrition.
But the more I supplemented myself, the weaker I became.
I clearly could not eat it, but I could not bear to waste his kindness.
I clearly remembered that when I drank chicken soup for the last time before my miscarriage, Marlon seemed to be hesitant to speak.