Having received a sworn promise from Qin Yuji, Qiao Xinran ended the call with a beaming smile on her face.
Letting out a long sigh, Qiao Xinran stood up and slowly walked to the window.
Opening the window, fresh air laced with the local dampness and ice-cold hit her face. Xinran closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling as if the cells of her internal organs were cleansed, leaving an indescribable freshness throughout her body.
Glancing at the calendar, the child in her womb was already over a month old, and thinking about the past month's hustle and bustle, a hint of apology crept across Xinran's face.
After packing her bag for the hospital, Xinran descended the stairs and ran into the kind landlady, Jenny.
Jenny was in her fifties, a widow for many years, with two daughters who were both married and lived not far away; every weekend, they would come back to keep her company.
