In my third month of pregnancy, I heard the fetus's voice in a hazy half-sleep:
[If my body weren't so weak, how could you have ended up as Mrs. Qin?]
[Good thing Mu Han found a way for me to be reincarnated!]
I broke out in a cold sweat. My husband asked with concern what was wrong.
I shook my head, thinking I'd had a nightmare.
The next day, I clearly heard the fetus's voice again:
[If I can't be your wife, I'll be your daughter.]
[Either way, you'll spoil me rotten.]
I stopped doubting myself, and my hand on my belly tightened without thinking.
“You bitch! You're squashing me!”
Sensing my anxiety, the fetus erupted with astonishing strength.
Its not-yet-fully-formed body thrashed around inside me, and the pain sent me crumpling to the floor.
Before I blacked out, I saw my husband rush over.
But he showed no concern for me at all. He only murmured to my belly:
“Ah Qiu, I won't lose you again!”
