There were only three people in the B‑scan room. The air conditioner was on, the temperature was neither cold nor hot, yet Yun Ya was drenched in sweat.
She had never been this nervous in her life, like she was about to march onto the execution ground.
Her period hadn't come this month, but she hadn't really paid attention. On top of that, she'd been dry heaving frequently lately. Even with Yun Ya's slow reaction, she had more or less sensed what was going on, but she didn't dare believe that joy would arrive this quickly. Her nerves had been stretched taut these past few days, terrified it would all be for nothing.
Last night she finally mustered up the courage to take her own pulse…
