"The baby is in good condition."
At St. Mary Hospital, the obstetrician answered with a smile. Seeing his answer, Xu Siyu sighed with relief, nodding in satisfaction.
Yu Xi, who accompanied Xu Siyu here, sat on the side. Hearing the doctor's answer, she appeared somewhat somber. She wanted to speak, but felt it inappropriate to do so in front of others. So she waited until they left the hospital to open her mouth.
"Are you planning to give birth to this child?"
"Yes," Xu Siyu nodded.
Yu Xi sighed and placed her hand on Xu Siyu's flat belly. "Siyu, I don't want to be harsh, nor do I want to seem heartless, but...the child's arrival is ill-timed."
That was true.
Yu Xi had experienced the struggle of a woman with a child.
Mockery, prejudice, the child's suffering, a mother's struggle.
Despite the societal changes over the past decades, the world still struggles to accept a pregnant, single woman, and is not ready to accept a single mom.
Xu Siyu understood, "I know."
