"But our children have always been happy. When it's the season for renzi and sand pears to ripen, we would all compete to take the cattle out to pasture or chop firewood, and then pick lots of renzi and sand pears to eat until our bellies were round before going home."
"Back in the village, my mom was the most gossip-loving person; wherever there was gossip, she would be there. But she was good to us, not favoring boys over girls, and whatever food there was, she'd share it equally among us... Ma Zhihao, in the future, we must cherish our children just like that."
She finished speaking, and Erya smiled with an innocent and cute demeanor: "The kids and I will cherish you."
Ma Zhihao felt his heart stir warmly, and he held her tighter, whispering in her ear, "Are you looking forward to our children arriving?"
Erya gave a sweet smile, "I am."
Ma Zhihao's voice took on a tempting tone, "Then let's bring them into our lives sooner, hmm?"
"..."
