Xiang'er stared at Chen Wanqing's round, bulging belly in astonishment—it looked as if she were hiding a drum under her clothes. Standing there at a loss, Xiang'er wanted to touch it but didn't dare, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and worry.
"Isn't there still more than a month until you're due, Wanqing? How did your belly get so big? Are you very uncomfortable? Jing is so wrong for this. At a time like..."
Xiang'er suddenly bit her lip, a look of remorse flashing across her face. She had been holding back her grief, trying not to mention Jing. But how could she control her mouth? That was her oldest brother. And just like that, with a simple slip of the tongue, his name had escaped her lips.
