Feng Tianyou also looked at that red plum tree, when it bloomed last year, it was in December.
At that time, Ning City had already started to snow.
"Baby, it's cold, let's walk a bit more and then go back to the room."
Although there was glass separating them, she had sneezed a few times earlier this morning; Feng Tianyou was worried she might catch a cold.
Lin Zishuang nodded, walking for about twenty minutes each day had become her habit.
In the Lingzu, pregnant women actually aren't this delicate.
She felt that life in Ning City compared to the Lingzu was indeed rough and uncultivated.
However, since she came from the Lingzu, she found her skin seemed better than the city folks.
She seldom used those cosmetics and such.
The two walked a bit longer, and Feng Tianyou helped her back to the room.
Now the little one in her belly would move occasionally.
In the evening, Feng Tianyou would also talk to the little one in her belly.
