Her teacup fell to the ground, splitting into pieces.
"Miss... Miss Meng?"
Meng Xi'er's face was pale as a ghost, highlighting her deep, black eyes. She stood there like a specter, silent for a moment before asking: "What are the symptoms of pregnancy?"
The servant looked at her in confusion: "What... What's wrong?"
Meng Xi'er came back to her senses, shook her head, and climbed up the stairs in a daze.
Her heart was pounding wildly, though she had no idea what she feared. Once she closed the door, she grabbed her cell phone and began to search for symptoms of early pregnancy.
When she was with Lu Yebai, they never used protection. Firstly, she felt that she might be infertile. Secondly, she never had the opportunity to take precautions.
Recently, her body had been increasingly fatigued. She had just assumed it was due to her not recovering fully from her illness. If not for the servants' conversations, she would never have thought there could be another reason.
