Bian sat in his slightly messy room. This room felt lonely and something had been missing since Mumut stopped coming to work. Yes, it had been two days since Mumut took the time off to prepare for their childbirth. Mumut's gestational age had reached thirty-six weeks now. She was already having a little trouble walking. When she sat down, she would lean her chest on the sofa to reduce her shortness of breath. Seeing Mumut's condition like that, Bian sometimes felt guilty.