"Junping, Junping!" It wasn't until Qin Ru Hai waved his hand in front of her that she realized she had lost her composure. She quickly composed herself and, noticing Ning Yibin's empty rice bowl, hurriedly took it, "I'm going to get you some more rice."
The topic was not pursued further, but the scare was already given.
After dinner, the Ning Family couple found an excuse to go rest but stood behind their house.
The kitchen window was open, and Li Junping's low sobs came from inside, soon followed by Qin Ru Hai's sighs.
"The child still died! He was still so young, he lived barely over two decades."
Qin Ru Hai drew heavily on his pipe, "This isn't bad either. If the child had stayed in our hands, I fear he wouldn't have lived past six months."