"Back when I was with An Fu's family," Shi Xiaolan continued, her smile tinged with both bitterness and relief, "I worried every day, scared of giving birth to another girl and displeasing my in-laws. Now I don't have those worries. I'd be happy with either a boy or a girl if I could get pregnant again."
She paused, then laughed again, "Of course, having a son would be even better. Brother Xiaoshan and I would have a son to take care of us in our old age."
In her bones, Shi Xiaolan still felt a son was better than a daughter, but if it were her child, she'd love them regardless—yet the depth of her affection would surely differ, favoring a son over a daughter.
An Jing understood Shi Xiaolan. After all, Shi Xiaolan was a local, deeply poisoned by the thoughts of the place. Therefore, An Jing didn't bother to say anything about Shi Xiaolan's preference for a son over a daughter.
And even if she spoke up, it wouldn't change Shi Xiaolan's mind. Why waste her breath?
