"I've thought it through. If the Yun Family agrees, I want to help Xiao'an raise her child."
"..."
"Even if the Yun Family doesn't agree, I plan to go over every day after Xiao'an gives birth to help out."
"..."
"The other day, I was telling the neighbors that I plan to buy some fine yarn to knit little socks, hats, and clothes for my future grandchild."
"..."
"I thought I would..." I had hope to see that day.
The last half of the sentence, Yuan Meili could not bring herself to say.
Even she, who is usually strong-willed like a man, couldn't help but cry bitterly at this moment.
The way she cried was utterly heartbreaking and desperate.
She had so many hopes and expectations.
She had hoped to see An'an give birth, at least two or three times.
She had hoped to go traveling and sightseeing with the children when they were free.
She had hoped to continue bickering and grocery shopping with Qiao Shiwen in their old age.
