The sky was a little overcast.
The spring rain pattered down, falling onto the ground like threads of silk. It was as cool as silver needles, wetting the ground.
The roses in the small garden had tender red buds, and the green leaves below were soaked in the rain, looking verdant.
In the end, Mr. Lin could not bear to replace the roses. He built a small fence around the roses, which was surprisingly pleasant to look at.
Ye Qiuqiu had already gone back, but Lin Gantang hadn't returned to the bookstore either.
Jiang Tongtong woke up this morning and saw blood. She rushed to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that it was not yet time for delivery, but it should be in the next two or three days.
Lin Zhaonan wanted to arrange for Jiang Tongtong to give birth in a private hospital, but Jiang Tongtong didn't want that and returned home.
