Mu Liang was subtly gloating; in fact, she had blurted out nonsense because of Mu Liang's provocation. She liked girls—soft, delicate, and you could buy all kinds of pretty clothes, matching mother-daughter outfits, be cutesy together, play together—it would be absolutely beautiful.
When she actually became pregnant, especially after this period filled with bizarre debts of gratitude and grudges, separations, and goodbyes, she yearned even more for a boy, a boy who could continue Mu Liang's bloodline.
She was delighted, she had actually gotten her wish.
Mu Liang actually pampered her and was tolerant of her, knowing that she was young and fickle, and not eager to become a mother so soon. So they had always been using contraception; this child was purely an accident.
But it was a beautiful accident.
Without the child, she didn't know how she would have managed during this time.
