Because of Xuan Yingluo’s belly, everyone was extra careful now, afraid that Xuan Yingluo would give birth prematurely.
Of course, the baby supplies had been prepared, but they could not go out to play during the spring festival. It was safer to stay at home.
Xuan Yingluo did not want to move. She nodded and said, “Then stay at home. I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Although Xia Ling wanted to take his daughter and grandson out for a walk, Xuan Yingluo had to be extra careful with her stomach. “Yingluo, let’s make tangyuan at home. Tangyuan and tangyuan mean reunion.”
Xia Ling did not mean anything by that. However, she regretted it first because it hit a sore spot in Xuan Yingluo.
Zhou Yu had been gone for almost five months. It had been almost half a year. If he left, there would be no reunion.
The warm air quickly became a little stiff. Xuan Yingluo curled her lips. “Okay, Mom. Let’s bring Xiao Qi to make glutinous rice balls tomorrow.”
Xia Ling’s eyes lit up. “Okay.”
