For someone like Mr. and Mrs. Chu who had no lack in anything, they preferred to receive this kind of small gifts at times.
Occasionally, she would make or draw the gifts herself.
Song Wan would sometimes stare at Xia Ruoxin's stomach with much expectation in her eyes.
"Ah Lui, when are you planning to make a grandchild for me to hold?" She said it bluntly with some urgency. Her friends' sons had gotten married, and they had grandchildren to play with. When she and her husband were at home, they might run out of topics to talk about regardless of how much they speak. Eventually, they would end up staring at each other.
This explained why they were envious.
Xia Ruoxin lowered her head as her expression showed uneasiness. Her fingers spread across her stomach subconsciously, and she chewed on her lip. She could taste her tears which had fallen unknowingly. It was so bitter.
She might lose her happiness at any moment.
