The End

 In the blink of an eye, it was autumn.

 Su Ying was already more than eight months into her pregnancy, but because she had controlled her diet more carefully, her belly wasn't particularly big.

 Perhaps it was because she was in the third trimester of her pregnancy, but as the fetus grew, it increasingly pushed upward to her stomach. Her appetite became even worse than before, and she could only eat a few mouthfuls of food a day.

 Zhou Qing carefully helped Su Ying take a walk around the courtyard. Each step was taken very slowly as if she was worried that Su Ying would slip and fall.

 Although Su Ying's body was not feeling good, she was still in a good mood. She had been controlling her weight and the fetus was not big. Thus, the risks during childbirth were lower than if she had a big-sized baby.

 "Mother, we're back."

 Su Ying had just walked around twice when she saw two small figures walking quickly toward her.