Zhou Yinghuai's hand brushed past Jiang Tan's eyes, and his tone was clearly one of distress, "You can't cry, it's bad for your health."
Jiang Tan said, I know, just couldn't help it for a moment.
At the end of that summer, Jiang Tan had a child who was connected to her by blood.
She looked like her former self, and Jiang Tan thought, if possible, she hoped this child could grow up safely, without suffering, just happily.
Many people attended Zhou Xiaohua's full moon celebration; all the politicians and business elites of Ning City gathered together, making the event incredibly lively.
Zhou Yinghuai stood beside Jiang Tan holding the child, while Jiang Tan sipped on juice, exchanging pleasantries with each guest who came.
She could now hold her own, standing confidently beside Zhou Yinghuai, and making everyone who saw them think from the bottom of their hearts how well-matched they were.
