He Let Me Die, Then Knelt for My Love

I was lying alone on the freezing surgical table, waiting for the post-miscarriage procedure, when I scrolled past a trending post on a local online forum.

The title read: 【If you marry the boy who only has eyes for you, how cute will your babies be?】

The poster had recorded every little thing with giddy devotion: how the boy drove across the entire city at midnight just to buy her sour plum juice.

Even the wallpaper color for the future nursery had sparked a lively debate in the comments.

Every line brimmed with sweet, breathless hope for a family of three.