She has a car, but it's only two months along, the fetus is unstable, and driving herself is somewhat dangerous.
When she arrived at the hospital, she went to queue for registration by herself.
Then, holding the ticket, she sat in the hallway waiting.
Seeing many pregnant women walking past, Zhuang Xuejun's eyes were gentle.
She reached out to touch her belly, inside there was a little life, and in a few months, it would grow as big in her belly.
Nurturing a small life personally, she would accompany him to grow up, just thinking about it felt so blissful.
"Miss, you look familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?"
A pregnant woman next to her suddenly asked.
Zhuang Xuejun turned her head and smiled softly, "Really? I'm wearing a mask, can you see what I look like?"
"Your eyes are very familiar, they look like a celebrity's."
Zhuang Xuejun's smile grew wider, "Many people say my eyes look like a celebrity's."
