School had started, and amidst the mundane busyness, the steps of spring approached as well. For several days in a row, a continuous drizzle made it uncomfortable for pedestrians whether they used umbrellas or not.
On such an afternoon, there were hardly any customers in the bakery near the main entrance. A delicate woman wearing an apron sat next to a small table by the floor-to-ceiling window, her hands covering her small belly, her eyes fixed on the slight bulge, a loving smile spreading across her face.
Ying Luoxue, dressed in a white spring dress, holding a transparent umbrella, neared the shop. Yet her steps halted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She gazed intently at Qiao Qianning, separated only by the pane of glass. After a long while, she walked into the shop.
"Sister Qianning," Ying Luoxue called sweetly.