The sunlight in late autumn was warm and bright, gently touching the chrysanthemums and clivia in the courtyard. Ever since her belly had started to bulge, Aunt Huang had forbidden her to garden, fearing it would be too exhausting. As a result, the front yard had been under Aunt Huang's care, planted with her own favorite chrysanthemums and clivia. However, Qianxue also liked them and longed to move a lounge chair out to lie in the sea of flowers and bathe in the sun.
But no matter how inviting the sun was, she was not allowed to go out, not even to the front yard. At this moment, she leaned against the window of the second-floor nursery, watching a group of sneaky reporters gather around the entrance of her apartment, some sitting in cars, others loitering at the door, peering in and out.
