Rae Bennett got her period.
She was spacing out, "lying as a corpse" on the sofa.
Wyatt Wright brought over a cup of hot water, sat down beside her, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Rae Bennett shook her head.
Since she had regular sleeping patterns and jogged in the mornings, she rarely experienced menstrual pain anymore.
She was feeling melancholy, "We've been trying to conceive for three months now." She touched her stomach, feeling deflated, "There's no sign of it at all."
Outside, the light snow drifted down.
Wyatt picked up the blanket by Rae's feet, draped it over her, "No rush, let's take it slowly."
Lately, Rae had been very serious about trying to conceive. She abstained from alcohol, avoided staying up late, and even listened to plenty of sutras to promote mental and physical health, but there had been no success at all, which was quite frustrating.
She couldn't help but have wild thoughts, "Could it be that I have a problem?"
Like infertility.