Before her tears even trickled down, An'an quickly lifted her head and looked at the sky far away.
Her tears flowed right back.
She wasn't going to cry.
Before Ah Yan came back, she wouldn't cry.
She would stay strong.
An'an had a good appetite, finishing an entire bowl of rice and a big bowl of pork rib soup. Ever since she learned of her pregnancy, she would finish an entire bowl of rice every meal, ensuring that the baby and her could absorb all of the nutrients.
At night, she slept on the bed.
She could hear a familiar, gentle voice in her ears. "An'an."
An'an slowly opened her eyes, standing on a beautiful green lawn. There was beautiful greenery all around the place.
"An'an."
That person continued calling her name.
An'an lifted her eyes to look, an imposing figure stood in front. It was Lu Yan.
Ah Yan.
Her Ah Yan.
