Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, one and a half months had passed.
The weight of Qiao En's belly had become more burdensome, and she was on the verge of giving birth.
Zhou Jin'an had already moved his work back home and, except for extremely urgent matters, he no longer went to the office.
One morning, Zhou Jin'an helped Qiao En take a walk in the backyard garden.
The sunlight was warm and gentle as it poured down, and the couple walked very slowly, chatting in bits and pieces.
"You go ahead with your work; don't mind me. I can walk a bit on my own," Qiao En urged.
Ever since Zhou Jin'an had switched his office to Chu Garden, he had been leading an unproductive life, wanting to spend every minute of the day with Qiao En.
"I'm not busy. I'll walk with you for another couple of rounds," Zhou Jin'an insisted, unwilling to let go.
"Isn't work important?" Qiao En reproached teasingly.