April, the sea was calm.
Qin Guanglin was nearly bursting with rage, while He Fang was still counting days on her fingers.
"It's soon, maybe tonight or tomorrow we can start."
She calculated for a long time, holding the thermometer and recording another note in her notebook, preparing to make a baby.
"Really?!"
Qin Guanglin excited, not yet knowing what the start meant, eagerly said, "Should we warm up first?"
"Quit dreaming, just focus on your work... or you could take a few days off."
"Great, I'll sort things out today and then take a few days off."
In just a few words, the matter of taking leave was settled. Qin Guanglin dressed up and went out to work, He Fang carrying a small bag walked to school, while he drove in the opposite direction.
The weather in April had already warmed up, and he wore his plaid shirt again—those clothes He Fang bought were too fussy, nothing was as convenient as just throwing on a plaid shirt, both comfortable and practical.
