The innocent words of a child are the most sincere and pure.
Jian Xi looked at Nan Mufeng, then at Little Pumpkin, and finally at her own belly. She gently spoke to Little Watermelon in her heart: "My Little Watermelon, thank you for your strength. We're going home..."
"Alright, it's snowing in Jiangcheng, get in the car and go home!" Nan Tian said, smiling so much that his face wrinkled, yet his eyes were moist.
"Okay!" Nan Mufeng tightly clasped his father's hand, "Dad, it's all over."
"I heard from Mr. Han that you all did well! Come on, let's go home!"
"Mm."
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After going home, a celebration was inevitable.
The clouds have dispelled, sweetness comes after bitterness. For the rest of life, it should be peaceful and stable, right?
That night, Nan Mufeng took the initiative to suggest the family of three sleep together. Oh no, now it's a family of four, there's one more inside Jian Xi's belly!
