At daybreak, she was woken up by a commotion downstairs. When she woke up, there was nothing under her nightdress. She was covered in hickeys, which made her a little depressed. Even her thighs were branded with traces of his love.
He... Crazy enough.
Sigh!
Looking at herself in the mirror, what was she thinking?
What should he do?
They slept together again and again without any protective measures. Was she really going to give birth to his child?
She came out of the shower and looked at the rising sun outside the east window. She was very conflicted.
In the garden, beside the well, Jin Changning was washing vegetables. There were two middle-aged women talking to him. They were speaking in the local dialect, but she could not hear the exact content of the conversation clearly.
Jin Changning replied in a low voice. He could vaguely hear a sentence mixed with Mandarin,
".. I won't open it. This is the only memory my parents left me…"
