"Since you're going to leave sooner or later, what's the point of preparing these things? Once I get used to it, you'll leave, and who else will care for me like you do? I'm really not interested."
Nianyang threw the milk out, and it crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Li Tingyan heard the sound and thought, luckily, despite being angry, his wife had actually drunk the milk.
He felt a bit guilty, "Nini, could you open the door? Let's talk properly. We don't have much time left together. Can we cherish it a bit?"
"Not cherishing it. You're going to leave sooner or later. Cherishing it will only make it more painful." Nianyang slowly climbed onto the bed, biting the quilt and miserably saying, "Just let me adapt to being a lonely pregnant woman first, so I won't be overwhelmed later."
"What lonely pregnant woman? Don't you have your parents and your grandfather?"
