How many springs had flowers bloomed and fallen with the wind?
Ye Dai lay against Wang Chen's chest, unable to move even a finger, when tears suddenly slipped down her cheeks.
Sensing something was wrong, Wang Chen lowered his head and saw his wife silently weeping. He could not help asking, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Ye Dai gently shook her head and whispered, "Husband, do you think I should go outside the city to Linshui Temple and pray to the Bodhisattva? I heard it's quite efficacious for those seeking children."
She and Wang Chen had been married for three years. Though they made love every day, her belly had never begun to swell.
This had already become a thorn in Ye Dai's heart.
She had always kept it bottled up inside, but at this moment, she could no longer hold back her true feelings. "Or perhaps I should see a doctor and ask for a prescription."
To Ye Dai, marrying Wang Chen had been the most correct choice she had ever made.
For the past three years, she had lived in utmost happiness.
But if she could not bear children, if she could not carry on Wang Chen's family line, then such happiness was bound to scatter like smoke!
Wang Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Dai'er, this isn't your problem. It's mine!"
"Ah?"
Ye Dai froze at once.
She suddenly recalled that, aside from herself, Xiao Yu had never become pregnant either.
Ye Dai could not help growing fearful. "Husband..."
She had never imagined that the problem lay with Wang Chen. She feared that it would make him sad, or even angry.
"Don't worry..."
Noticing his wife's fear, Wang Chen comforted her gently. "I have been cultivating my family's martial arts. I am currently