Jian Qing sat down across from him, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Azhe tells me you're pregnant, so why are you still so thin?" The elder An's gaze dropped to her still-flat stomach, his entire face crinkling into a smile.
"Yes, I'm three months along." Jian Qing replied.
"Oh, wait a moment," the elder An suddenly remembered something, he looked up at Aqiu and instructed, "Go and get the thing I've prepared."
Aqiu acknowledged and quickly walked out.
"Aqiu mentioned that your health has been poor recently, what did the doctor say?" Jian Qing asked.
"It's nothing serious, just a minor cold. Aging comes with its ailments," the elder An waved his hand dismissively, his voice hoarse.
Jian Qing looked at the old man's graying hair and noticed that his full-cheeked face had grown even more sallow since the last time she saw him, with visible veins on his forehead.
