Yang Liying caressed her stomach, her eyes shining with a mother's love. "I know this isn't the right time, but I want to have this baby. Boy or girl, it's still my child."
She carried a shoulder pole over such long distances every day, yet the baby in her womb remained safe. She felt a special connection to this child and wanted to give birth to him.
Lin Lan looked at her with complicated feelings, not knowing what to say.
Yang Liying looked up at Lin Lan. "Lin Lan, I want to go to your mom's place to hide and have the baby there." In her heart, she didn't really care if it was a boy or a girl, but it hurt to think about how the child's grandmother had cursed their family to have no male heirs.
Lin Lan looked at her. "Liying, have you and Dehai discussed this?"
