I once thought that as long as I was strong enough so that I didn't hold his back, and didn't cause him trouble, my sincerity would always be able to melt his ice.
In the end, my strength became the sharp sword that he used to stab me.
After hanging up the phone, Kyrie sent me with a lot of messages.
[April Lee, what are you doing?]
[Isn't it just asking you to go for a prenatal checkup? Is it necessary to do this?]
"It's not necessary."
I looked at the two messages on the screen and could even imagine how impatient he looked.
In the past, I would admit my mistake first, and then try my best to make him happy.
Years of the habits had led me to always put his feelings first, and as a result, I ignored my own feelings.
After putting down my phone, I got up and went to the front desk to go through the discharge procedures. Unexpectedly, I heard a familiar voice in a medical room.
"Sue, stop making trouble and let the doctor diagnose you."
Then, her soft voice came, "Kyrie, I heard that as long as you give birth to a child, you won't have dysmenorrhea. I wonder if that's true?"
He said lovingly, "Being pregnant is very hard, you should just take your medicine obediently."