Jian Xi said, "After eighty, we'll be like grandpa, watching the younger ones fall in love."
"No way, I'd be too excited," Nan Mufeng snorted.
By the time they're eighty, would they have children and grandchildren all around them?
The summer night's breeze blew gently, cool and refreshing.
The last glimmer of light disappeared at the horizon, the street lamps on both sides of the road gradually lit up. The light stretched their shadows long, overlapping faintly.
...
After the walk and back home, it was already 9 PM, and everyone washed up and went to their rooms to rest.
Jian Xi leaned on the chaise lounge watching TV, while Nan Mufeng sat beside her, occasionally handing her water and snacks.
Suddenly, Jian Xi's body stiffened.
Nan Mufeng quickly asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"The baby kicked me again," Jian Xi pointed at her belly, "He just kicked really hard."
