"Lin Yan, you're at a loss, a big one," Zhou Xiaoyue said as she threw the long apple peel into the trash can, still sticky with apple juice on her hands.
Lin Yan bit into an apple, puzzled, "Where am I losing out? Isn't it all good?"
Zhou Xiaoyue admired Lin Yan's mindset; over the years, her temperament had become very stable.
Knowing that Lu Chenyuan couldn't get away, but if it were any other woman, about to give birth and her husband wasn't around, who would feel at ease?
"That's why there are birth partners in hospitals now, so men can see how hard it is for women to give birth. This way, they will appreciate and love the woman who bears children for them more, thinking they're great. Some husbands who feel sorry for their wives even shed tears there, crying their eyes out. If they don't see it with their own eyes, how will they know how much it hurts you?"
