During my premarital checkup, the doctor told me my uterus had been removed fifteen years ago, and that I would never be able to get pregnant.
My mind went blank, and my ears started ringing.
Fifteen years ago?
I instinctively wanted to argue, but just as the words reached my lips, I suddenly remembered something.
I was only thirteen that year.
My mother suddenly told me there was a new life growing inside her.
I didn't understand anything back then. I just felt happy by instinct.
But my mother's expression was strange. She looked at me with a complicated gaze.
“Nannan, once your little brother is born, you have to be good to him, okay?”
I was so caught up in my happiness that I didn't think twice. I just nodded eagerly.
I never imagined that the arrival of this new life would mark the beginning of the nightmare that became my life.