Zhulan's family, Zhulan had no idea Wang Ru's guts were turning green with regret. She was attending to the postpartum recovery, marveling at the miracle of life. The baby in confinement changed rapidly; just born wrinkly and within a few days, had filled out, his features more distinct. The boy resembled Zhao's family by seventy percent, and every time Zhulan watched her grandson, she reminded Zhou Shuren to be more ambitious, as ancient times posed dangers not just for women, but for men too.
Life sped up with a child in the house, and before they knew it, it was the end of December, the coldest month of the year; in the mornings, Zhulan hardly wanted to leave her cozy bed.
In the winter days, Zhulan became increasingly lazy, finding it difficult to part with the warmth of her bed each morning.
"Mother, father's back."
