Mo Yan's gaze swept over her friend's gently heaving chest and settled on her still-flat lower abdomen. It was hard to imagine that in a few months, this area would swell bigger than a basketball, let alone that it had already nurtured a new life, merely waiting for the fruit to ripen and fall, to meet this strange world with loud cries.
Bearing a child for someone you love must be a blissful thing, even if it means suffering from morning sickness and being unable to eat anything, even if you have to avoid certain foods and cannot satisfy your cravings, even if you get fat and your figure changes, even if childbirth means enduring inhuman pain and even the risk of losing your life; still, nothing could stop them…
