"Little uncle, you don't have to comfort me. I know that the chances of me having a child are almost zero."
"You said it yourself, it's almost! It's not certain."
"Wuwuwuwu!"
This matter had always been a headache for her.
She didn't even know how long she would care about this matter.
Many times, she had advised herself not to force it. Since God had already arranged it this way, no matter how conflicted she was, she would only tire herself out. However, when she saw a family of three or even four, she would still feel a sharp pain in her heart. It was as if someone had pressed down on a thorn in her heart and it was stabbing into her heart. It was deeper, deeper, and more painful.
It had been a long time since Chi Yi was sad over a child, but now that Yun Xi was giving birth, she could not help but feel a little sad. Other than being happy for her friend, she was really envious-very envious-very envious of her brother.
