C205 Did I Miscarry?

Nan's aggressive words were like huge hail drops that were accurate and painful.

My eyes fixed on the embroidery of Nan's wedding dress. It was so delicate and light, as if it could be torn apart with the slightest bit of effort. It was like my friendship with Nan, which surpassed levels and was able to resist all kinds of gossip. It looked so pure and simple, yet at the same time so fragile