Mingshu sat before the couch, her fingers tightly clenched around the handkerchief on her knee.
Si Chu hadn't come in yet, being dragged outside to socialize, and although this wedding had not invited the civil and military officials, a few good friends were still invited.
On such a day, he, as the protagonist, naturally could not escape easily.
Mingshu felt somewhat nervous, with an indescribable heaviness shrouding her heart.
She supported herself on the bed and was pricked by something. Glancing down, she saw the bed full of longan and red dates, symbolizing the wish for an early birth of a precious child.
Mingshu's gaze slightly froze, and her cheeks slowly reddened.
Having a precious child soon...
Her mind uncontrollably wandered, imagining if she truly had a child with Si Chu, would the child resemble her more or Si Chu more?