He Nan chuckled softly, "There's nothing wrong with having a son. If you want a daughter, we can have another child."
Shen Mianmian pursed her lips, "What if it's another son?"
"Then we won't have any more. Having kids is too taxing," said He Nan lightly. "If you really want one, we could adopt."
He Nan might not say it out loud, but seeing Shen Mianmian's increasingly thin cheeks made him heartache.
The house wasn't lacking any food. Whatever Shen Mianmian wanted to eat, he could afford, but Shen Mianmian had no appetite, and what she ate, she threw up. She couldn't stomach nutritious foods, only managing to eat something light.
