Our first wedding anniversary was a countdown to divorce. My husband and I made a promise. If we couldn't have a child after two years of marriage, we would get divorced. However, after a year, we still hadn't been blessed with a child, and before I knew it, our promise had become a promise only for me. Why am I the only one trying so hard... Because I don't want to separate from my husband... Because the two years I've dedicated to him will be a waste? I kept asking myself these questions, and one day, I came up with a secret that I decided to take to my grave...