Luo Qingli thought more and more about the nicknames she picked. Sour and sweet, they were perfect!
"Uncle, what's their formal name?" she asked. After all, it was not her place to worry about it anymore. That was her husband's job!
"No rush, we don't need to register right now. A nickname is sufficient for now." There was a hint of unease in his elongated phoenix eyes. It seemed like he had upset his wife.
However, Luo Qingli simply nodded nonchalantly and closed her eyes, ending the conversation.
Gu Yuying pulled up the blanket over Luo Qingli and planted a kiss on her forehead: "Sleep well, I'm here by your side. Call me if you need anything."
Things seemed to be moving in a good direction, but often this was a sign of an impending storm.
"Uncle, can I not drink this anymore?" As Luo Qingli stared at the bowl of chicken soup in Gu Yuying's hand, she felt utterly nauseous.
