Ever since she became pregnant, she grew fond of doing things quietly, like knitting sweaters or playing the piano.
If this had been five years ago, she wouldn't have been able to sit still.
Butler Ling watched as Xu Chaomu slowly ascended the stairs, her silhouette carrying a touch of desolation.
What had happened?
Xu Chaomu didn't come downstairs; instead, she sat in her own bedroom knitting a sweater.
The soft pink sweater looked particularly beautiful.
She hoped that her child would be born safely, and then, she could dress him in the sweater she made by hand.
Shui Fu had also mentioned knitting a hat for her baby.
But her eyelids kept twitching, and her chest felt uneasy, unsure of what might happen.
Her phone had gone silent, yet her heart couldn't settle down.
Her hands trembling as she knitted, eventually, they trembled so severely she simply set the yarn aside.
She waited for Shen Chi's call, but no matter how long she waited, it never came.
