All her attention seemed to be focused on the task of going downstairs.
After a long while, she finally finished descending the stairs and looked up to survey the living room.
He Jingyao was less than a meter behind her, his gaze firmly locked on her, his expression dark.
From a distance, Uncle Li saw this scene and originally planned to step forward, but He Jingyao made a gesture to him.
Despite his confusion, Uncle Li had no choice but to stop.
He watched as the Young Mistress walked step by step toward the backyard, with the Young Master silently following behind her.
...
The yard was full of vibrant greenery.
Zhixi instinctively walked to the bench, sat down carefully, her hands still placed on her belly, her expression a mix of excitement, anticipation, and confusion.
He Jingyao stood by, quietly observing her for a long time.
