Hilla lay on the bed, looking at Halle's swollen belly on the phone screen. She laughed out happily.
"Sis, is he very naughty now? Will he hit you with his little hand?"
In fact, it was not obvious to see that Halle was pregnant. But, Hilla felt that Halle's small belly was getting bigger, and the little baby inside was growing up day by day.
Halle chuckled. Seeing that she curled up in the quilt, she frowned, "Why are you lying on the bed with wet hair? You will get cold."
Hilla scratched her wet hair and said, "No one will help me dry my hair when you are not here."
"You are not a child. You are already in your twenties and you still want me to dry your hair every day. Do you think I am your servant?"
"You are not a servant. You are the only relative I have in this world. Sis, I miss you now."
Hilla leaned against the bed, thinking of Halle in the countryside, her eyes instantly turning wet.
