Samuel Johnson certainly knew what morning sickness was, but seeing it firsthand still felt too horrific.
The fishy smell of milk was unbearable for her, so the chicken soup he personally brought up for Amanda Smith naturally became inedible too.
He reached out to embrace her, with a hint of reproach in his voice, "It's causing you so much trouble, yet you still want it. I really can't understand."
Amanda Smith looked indifferently at the mirror, thinking coldly to herself that she had been carrying it for over a month, and it had been so well-behaved. Except for the one time she had fainted due to being overly busy, it had never caused her any harm.
She had never actually experienced morning sickness.
She simply couldn't stomach any food.
Every time she thought about the emptiness of her future life, her stomach would convulse in despair, leaving her with no energy to eat anything.
What she really wanted, how could he possibly understand...