After a night of intimacy, their feelings for each other heated up quickly. By the time April arrived, the grass was green, and orioles fluttered in the sky. The weather warmed up, and there was no need to keep the stove lit indoors anymore. Gu Xiaobei loved this kind of weather; she would stroll around the courtyard after breakfast every day.
As usual, after eating today and seeing that the sunlight was just right, I prepared to go for a walk. According to the days, I should be three months pregnant by now. I hadn't felt any different, except when I touched my belly, it seemed slightly rounded.
As for the child in her belly, Gu Xiaobei always felt it was Lu Zhanguo and someone else's child; she didn't have any particular feelings of like or dislike—just a sense of passive acceptance.