Chen Afu was wearing a lilac short top with pattern while her long emerald green skirt accentuated her pregnancy. Watching the children with a polite smile, although her face had filled with a healthy glow and her waist had thickened, her beauty radiated with a calm and peaceful glow befitting of an expectant mother.
Princess Rong Zhao was filled with fury and jealousy.
The more she looked at the little girl, the more astonished she became. The brilliance of her smile was too familiar.
Before Rong Zhao, a beautiful, graceful, and radiant visage emerged.
She knew who the little girl was. Her face blanched and her hands clenched into fists.
This brat is really cured of her illness? She's just as beautiful as that wretch, her smile just as dazzling, even more joyous. How is this even possible!
Chen Afu's pregnant belly and the happiness on Chu Hanyan's face turned Rong Zhao's heart bitter. She didn't care anymore and started walking quickly towards Chen Afu.