Under the shade of a tree.
With a blissful smile, the long-haired girl said, "The baby's timing is perfect. Once he's born, I must treat him well—he's my little lucky star."
Another girl with short hair had a pale face. Even resting couldn't seem to make her feel any better.
Just as Su Wan was about to express her concern, the short-haired girl suddenly vomited. She covered her mouth, shook her head apologetically at Su Wan, and then quickly got up and ran towards the restroom in the distant training building.
"The morning sickness is that severe, huh."
Su Wan turned around, intending to strike up a conversation with the curly-haired female classmate who seemed to be in a better mental state.
But as soon as she turned her head, she heard a second retching sound.
The curly-haired girl, too, covered her mouth and ran off.
Su Wan: "..."
She sat there, lonely, sipping her juice, and tenderly stroked her lower abdomen, the corners of her mouth edged with gentleness.