She didn't know where this resistance came from, but she only knew that when she thought of it, her chest felt stifled, as if something was pressing down on it.
She shook her head vigorously to cast away all the chaotic thoughts from her mind.
The result of the pregnancy would not be known for another week; maybe she hadn't succeeded? Why worry prematurely? Right, she shouldn't think about anything for now and wait to see if she really was pregnant!
Originally, she had been so eager for the results to come out quickly, but now, Ling Chuxia wished for this week to pass as slowly as possible, better yet never to reach that day.
Ironically, when you hope time will pass quickly, it drags on, and conversely, it flies by like a fleeting horse.
A week had passed, and whether she was pregnant or not, a visit to the hospital would tell.
