Mikel Anderson sat down next to Lyra Smith.
She wanted to stretch her hand over Lyra's belly to feel her pregnancy, but she thought the gesture might be inappropriate, so she looked a bit conflicted.
Lyra understood her conflicted expression and directly took Mikel's hand over to her belly, gently placing it on her stomach, "Even though it's just a little bean sprout now and there are no signs of fetal movement or showing, I can feel it; They are staying quietly inside me."
"In another two months," Mikel said, his palm gently pressing against Lyra's belly through the fabric, a miraculous feeling growing in his heart.
"It must have been tough for you overseas during these days," Mikel said, slowly withdrawing his hand.
It wasn't that good, indeed.
But Lyra chose to answer positively, "It's alright. At least, I have enough food and warmth, not hungry or cold."
"You've lost a lot of weight," Mikel noticed the moment he saw Lyra through the iron gate."
