She turned back and found that the living room was still quiet; Diwu Zexuan hadn't noticed that Rui Hui had already left.
Qin Youxuan gritted her teeth, picked up Tingye, and could only continue to play in the yard to cover for them.
...
"What's wrong with you? You seem really nervous." Ye Mingmei looked at Rui Hui, who was constantly rubbing her palms, and asked in confusion.
"...A little." Rui Hui sniffed, her gaze falling on Ye Mingmei's round belly, a hint of envy in her eyes.
In no time, Ye Mingmei was about to give birth.
"Does the baby give you trouble?"
"No, the baby is very good, only turning over at fixed times each day, just a little lazy bum." Ye Mingmei touched her belly, her entire demeanor softening when she spoke of her child.
During the time when there was no news of Yu Xiuzhun, it was the child in her belly that gave her the strength to keep going.
She hoped that one day he would come back and see their child with his own eyes.
