On the fifth anniversary of her marriage to her husband, Ya’er brings up having a child once again.
This time, the man finally agrees, and Ya’er excitedly starts preparing to conceive.
A year later, she gets her wish and becomes pregnant. Only...
“Yaya, say you love only me.”
The man, who seems gentle and considerate, ignores the people passing nearby and forcefully pins her against the corridor wall, kissing her again and again. Yet he pleads with her in a humble, desperate voice.
“Say you love me more than you love him.”
Dizzy from all the kissing, Ya’er can do nothing but shake her head. She can’t get a single word out.
So how did things end up like this?
And how is she supposed to tell her husband she’s pregnant?
And...
Looking at the man before her, his features exquisite but his eyes dark and menacing, Ya’er can’t bring herself to say the rejection on the tip of her tongue.
Forget it. She’ll just keep playing the ostrich, protect her belly, and slowly figure it out on her own.
