Lin Liuliu listened, lightly furrowing her brows, "Husband, do you think your headaches are related to this?"
"I don't know. Since An An saw it, Liuliu, go start the preparations now. Get as many things ready as you can - toys, clothes, everything all - oh, and a carousel as well."
"Alright, I'll go and prepare now."
Zhuo Zhengxiu picked An An up, aching inwardly.
They were both heartbroken when the child didn't survive, especially as it was stillborn.
This led Qin Qin to fall seriously ill, which made her even weaker, so they never brought up the subject again, fearing it would just upset her even more.
"An An, does your head still hurt?"
"No, grandpa, it doesn't hurt now."
Zhuo Zhengxiu carried An An back, then told Su Ningyan and Zhuo Junyue about the incident, preparing to bid farewell to the unfortunate little baby together.
