The days were getting colder.
Life in the safety zone was becoming more and more difficult.
The Luo Family, because of Luo Gang and the two boys, had collected quite a few things to burn, so they were still able to cope.
But the situation wasn't as good for the Ge Family, so Su Shu specifically chose an unobtrusive time at night to bring them seven or eight bundles of things to burn.
Fu Shiyin was doing handcrafts, and Su Shu was helping on the side.
Seeing the cold wind rustling outside, Fu Shiyin looked at her belly.
"How have you been feeling lately?"
"Pretty good."
"Are you feeling very nauseous?"
"A little, but it's manageable."
If she said she had not only no discomfort but even felt more comfortable in every aspect, that wouldn't be too good, would it?
Fu Shiyin nodded contentedly, "It seems this child is one who pities their mother."
Su Shu lowered her head, touched her belly, and her smile was tender.
