A few days later, Hilda brought a message. "Miss Jian, I'm sorry, but the person you mentioned hasn't shown up in Saint Seymour. Could you have mistaken someone else?"
Jian Xi's brows furrowed.
Could it really be that I was too nervous? Did I keep telling myself that Si Junyan couldn't have died so easily, and that's why I mistook someone else for him?
"Prenatal stress is understandable," Zhang Yaxuan consoled her.
Jian Xi managed a slight smile. "Sorry to have troubled you."
"It's no problem. Just relax. With us here, you'll be fine."
Suoya also mentioned that Jian Xi seemed to be under a lot of pressure lately.
"You're right. Focusing on the pregnancy is what's most important."
That day, Suoya went shopping for groceries, and Zhang Yaxuan went out to sketch. The room suddenly felt empty.
Jian Xi sat in the courtyard, fiddling with her phone.
