Su Ningyan was almost eating five or six meals a day, but she dared not eat too much, only small frequent meals, to ensure the nutrition for the two little ones in her belly.
The weather was getting colder, and the Spring Festival was approaching.
On such a day of family reunion, Su Ningyan missed An An even more.
She didn't know how An An was doing now, if she was doing well in the Spirit Clan?
Counting the days, it has been over a year since she last saw her.
At this moment, in the Spirit Clan, An An was in the main building, anxiously watching the old lady.
The old lady had been sick recently, and her spirit was declining.
An An and Lin Zishuang were both very tense. An An had now learned some fortune-telling techniques.
"Grandma, are you feeling any better now?"
The old lady looked at An An with worry, holding her hand, "Don't worry, grandmother's time has not yet come, nothing will happen. It's just the old problems flaring up because of the cold weather."
