In the evening, Shen Xinglan and Huo Shiyan returned to their yard.
From behind, Huo Shiyan hugged Shen Xinglan, whispering softly, "Xinglan, how about we have a child two or three years from now?"
When she was discussing children with her sisters-in-law, her eyes were gentle, filled with a soft light.
It was clear she liked children, but he didn't want a child interfering with their current lifestyle. He didn't want another child between them.
"What if I don't want to have a baby?" Shen Xinglan asked with a smile. After all, they could take their time in having a child.
Because of her mother, she had a fear of childbirth. Ultimately, she loved herself the most.
She wasn't as selfless as her mother, sacrificing her own life for her child.
"It's okay not to have a baby," said Huo Shiyan gently. Whether or not to have a baby was up to her; a child was just the icing on the cake of their life.
