Time flew by, and more than a month had passed.
Wen Cheng had been to many places in the past month.
Although she felt very tired, she also felt very fulfilled.
These days, she had started to show symptoms of morning sickness.
No matter what he ate, he would vomit.
She would even puke out a mouthful of water.
Wen Cheng did not eat much that day, and she did not have any energy to go out and play.
She lay on the bed, lowered her eyes, and touched her flat stomach.
"You bad thing, how can you torture your mother like this?"
Wen Cheng grumbled and smiled bitterly.
After a month of thinking, she had decided to give birth to the child.
No matter how this child came about, it was still her child. It was her flesh and blood.
She could never give up on her child's life because of her own feelings.
Hence, Wen Cheng had long decided to give birth to the child.
