Ya Chen pondered without speaking.
"So I believe, my baby will be just the same." She gathered her courage, pulling his hand onto the sapling, as if gently touching the tender skin of a baby: "I want the baby to see this Eardrop Acacia every day and grow up together with it."
His fingertips lightly touched it.
"Is that alright?" She gazed at him, wanting a response that satisfied her.
At this moment, the guards and maid came down with an umbrella, calling out.
He said nothing, returning to his usual expression, handed her the umbrella, turned around to another, gave the maid some instructions, and then went upstairs.
**
Evening.
The rain outside the window hasn't stopped yet, pattering against the glass.
Chu Xinyue was holding the tablet computer, chatting with Mr. N on the other side as usual.
"Last time I told you, there's a man forcing a woman to give up her most precious thing, do you remember?"
"Mhm."
