Having children.
This matter made Xu Qing, who had never been anxious before, somewhat anxious. She always thought she'd only graduated a few years ago, yet it seemed time had floated by, and suddenly it was time to have a baby.
How long is a person's life?
If it's about seventy years, then she'd already passed more than one-third, her life's progress bar nearing half.
The memories of her younger days, like flashes of a movie reel, seemed as if they occurred just yesterday. Upon closer reflection, the days of red hair and long bangs were already ten years past.
But no matter how you looked at it, she was living the life she had once imagined as the best kind, without settling for less, and maybe even a little more perfect than she had fantasized.
"What kind of wife did you picture yourself finding?" Jiang He was very curious about his fantasies.
