Hearing that, Xu Changqing saw Bai Xiaoyu put down her basket and prepare to leave, so she didn't try to make her stay. It was the height of the busy farming season, and getting the harvest in was a race against time.
If not for her mother's condition, she wouldn't be at home either. Her cousin was getting married at the end of the year. In theory, she should have spent the last six months at home, staying out of the sun to keep her skin fair, but what hardworking person could truly sit idle?
After seeing Bai Xiaoyu off, Xu Changqing turned and glanced at the window of the West Outer Room. There was no sound; she figured her mother was still sound asleep. She hesitated for a moment before heading toward it.
They were exactly like the baby brother and sister from her dream—tiny little bundles, so adorable her heart nearly melted. Xu Changqing glanced at her mother's sleeping face, then tiptoed out of the room.
