In her youth, Lana Steiner had a full, round face and smiling eyes. You could tell she was a lively and cheerful girl with a pleasantly plump figure, not exactly slender. But the Lana of today was skin and bones. She didn't smile as much as she used to, and there was a delicate fragility about her that would make anyone's heart ache.
'She must be worried about having a child. Poor Aunt Lana… sigh!'
Since she was now Tang Xiaonan, she had to stop this tragedy from happening. So—
"Auntie, hold me!"
Tang Xiaonan reached out to Lana Steiner, asking to be held. Lana smiled gently and reached out for her. Frederick Thorne, worried his niece would be too heavy for his wife's delicate legs, chuckled and said, "Xiaonan, you're pretty heavy. Wouldn't it be better if Uncle Frederick held you?"
"Not heavy! I want Auntie to hold me!"
