Rong's mother cried for several days, but fortunately, Lin Xinlan was pregnant again, which brought her some comfort given the child in her belly.
The cross-stitching that Rong Shaoze had made for Lin Xinlan was delayed a few days due to her illness before it was delivered.
Like a man presenting a treasure, Rong Shaoze handed the cross-stitching to her, proudly saying, "Open it and see if you like it."
Lin Xinlan opened it curiously, spread out the pattern, and her gaze suddenly fixed, a flicker of delight passing through her eyes.
It was a pattern of cups.
Just like the video pattern Rong Shaoze initially made, it featured two cups, a starry sky, and a table.
On the cups were images of the two of them.
And above were a few written words.
Hold your hand.
And grow old with you.
"Did you have this specially made?" Lin Xinlan turned her head, asking with surprise and delight.
The man sat beside her, embracing her body, and nodded with a smile.
"Do you like it?"
