"Mom, what are you talking about?"
Ji Qingyan said. "Now isn't the time for this."
"Why not?" Song Minghui responded.
"You're not getting any younger. In a few years, you'll be thirty. If you keep delaying, having children might become an issue."
Ji Qingyan, '...Standing amidst a sea of flowers, petals swirling in the air, she lowered her gaze, graceful and unmatched.'
No matter how you look at it, getting married late doesn't necessarily mean you can't have children.
After scolding Ji Qingyan, Song Minghui turned her attention to Lin Yi.
"Little Yi, I have your mothers' WeChat contact details. We often chat when we're free, and we all agree that if you two don't have any other issues, it's time to start planning. There's no reason to keep dragging this out."
"Auntie, I've been thinking the same thing for a while now, but your daughter doesn't agree. It's really not my fault."