As time went on, it came to a point where Yu Ting was lying in bed, her ink-black hair spread out, and beside her, a man's clearly defined hand was gently placed on her belly, his face, glowing in the backlight, was full of tenderness.
He loved their child because, after all, it was the fruit of love between him and his wife.
"Tingting, what should we name our child?" Lu Nanchen asked, after gazing at Yu Ting who was lying on the bed not sleeping but only resting, lost in thought for a few minutes.
Yu Ting, upon hearing this question, glanced at Lu Nanchen, her eyes moving vividly several times as she seriously considered: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"You can think about it in advance, since we have nothing but time."
The 'advance' in Lu Nanchen's words just advanced by six to seven months.
After considering his response, Yu Ting replied: "Well, it depends. If it's a boy, what's a good name? But what if it's a girl?"
