"I've been taking medicine every day for the past few years, but it's no use. Not only can't I conceive, but it's also harmful to my health," Tong Mo shook her head, already feeling disappointed.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Both you and Li Zijue are healthy. When the time is right, you'll definitely be able to conceive," Mengmeng, understanding her situation well, sighed and comforted her.
"Don't worry, I understand," Tong Mo shrugged, indicating that she was fine.
After all these years, she almost didn't care anymore if she had children or not.
As long as Chenchen could always be by her side, she felt utterly content.
In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.
Tuantuan and Yuanyuan were already three years old, ready for the little class in kindergarten.
Every day, Dabao and Erbao acted as flower protectors, personally taking the two Little Naibao to school.
