When Qiao Nian heard Gu Zhou mention the child, she frowned and said softly, "What about you?"
"I hope it's a girl." At this point, Gu Zhou couldn't help but smile. He looked down at Qiao Nian, who was in his arms. Meeting her sparkling eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "I hope she looks a little like you."
Qiao Nian looked at Gu Zhou, fantasizing about a little child who looked similar to her. Her heart couldn't help but soften.
When she was young, she had grown up in the village. She had heard from all the men in the village that they hoped their children looked like them, because they never liked children who looked like their mothers.
In the past, she didn't understand this. Only when she grew up did she realize that the men in the village were all chauvinists and didn't take women to heart at all.
But Gu Zhou was different. Gu Zhou must have loved her dearly, so he hoped that the child would look like her.
