In the midsummer night, a hint of coolness permeated the air. Qin Ruan, walking on the bluestone path of the courtyard, wasn't bothered by the mosquitoes of the summer night thanks to the mosquito-proof building materials surrounding her.
She wore a beige house dress, her steps light and cheerful as she strolled through the courtyard, her movements not at all like those of a woman more than four months pregnant.
Qin Ruan suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking up at tonight's starry sky.
The beautiful view filled her vision, and the day's irritability vanished without a trace. At this moment, her mood was exceptionally relaxed and comfortable, perhaps due to the night's gentle breeze.
The pale yellow streetlight shone on Qin Ruan's delicate and petite face, a usually cool visage now radiating innocence and allure.
The sound of a car honking in the distance reached her ears, clear and distinct, and her gentle red lips slowly curved into a smile.
