In the Capital during March, new buds had already emerged on the treetops.
From a distance, the tiny green dots exuded vitality, and the sunlight falling on the trees was different from that of winter, comforting and warm.
Mrs. Zhou looked at the new buds, her eyes filled with a deep smile.
This dreary deep courtyard of the Marquis Mansion, after the white snow had melted, welcomed the arrival of new life amidst the piercing chill of spring, like a beam of light illuminating Mrs. Zhou's heart.
Her gaze was intense, and she smiled, saying, "Did you hear? A letter from Lian Xiao's family just arrived, the child was born on January 26th."
Lian Family pursed her lips: "A boy?"
"Yes," Mrs. Zhou's eyes curved into a smile, "mother and child are safe."
Lian Family said nothing.
Just maintaining a smile took all her strength.
Speaking of grandchildren, Mrs. Zhou was radiant, as if ten years younger, while she, on the contrary, instantly aged ten years.
