Felix murmured, "Baby, did I upset you somehow?"
I had anticipated this question and took the opportunity to test him.
I sighed deeply and looked at him with a serious expression.
"A friend told me yesterday that she was beaten by her husband and ended up in the hospital. Felix, you're so good, but after we get married, you won't hit me, will you? I'm a little scared. No wonder so many girls choose not to get married."
Felix's expression hesitated for a moment. He touched his nose and then caressed my face, laughing awkwardly.
"Silly girl, why are you thinking such nonsense? You know what kind of person I am, don't you?"
During my college years, I took a psychology course and knew that when people were feeling guilty, they would scratch their ears, touch their foreheads or noses, or fidget with their feet.
What was he feeling guilty about? My heart sank.
I turned my head away, avoiding his touch.
"I'm feeling a bit panicked, Felix. I want to postpone the wedding. Will you be mad at me?"
Felix let out a sigh and smiled.
"I'll listen to you, but baby, can you not make me wait too long? I'm so eager to have a home with you."
I forced a smile and buried myself in my meal.
From then on, I often used the excuse of being too busy with the new school semester to turn down his invitations for dates.
Late at night, I flipped through Daisy's diary repeatedly.
Each time, I felt a deeper sense of fear and empathy.
It was as if I truly was the mother who had been abused to death.
I couldn't help but think, if I refused to marry Felix, would that poor girl be willing to come back to this world again?
That night, I had a strange dream. I dreamt that I was flying a kite with a little girl in the sunshine. We ran and laughed together, and she called me "Mom."
I woke up from the dream in a daze and found myself in the hospital.
Why did I come here? Should I abort or save her?
I sat in the fire escape for a long time, so long that I heard two familiar voices.
"I told you the hospital is just a money-making scam. It's all up to the divine healer. Felix, you need to find a way to make Katrina agree to marry and have a wedding for my grandson. That way, he will survive."
My whole body trembled. The tearful person speaking was none other than my kind, understanding, and loving prospective mother-in-law.