Madam Cheng's voice had not yet faded when Zhou Miao'an already rummaged through the vanity case, fished out a jade rattle, and thrust it into Su Zhen's hands. "Speaking of fetal movement, when Zhi'er was in my belly, he was so restless. Once, he even kicked my undergarment ribbon right in two—"
Su Zhen was amused and let out a bright laugh. The jade beads of the rattle struck together with a crisp sound, startling Xiǎohēi out from beneath the dressing table, its paws scratching at the hem of her skirt as it wagged its tail vigorously. Madam Cheng neatly pinned a hair ornament into Su Zhen's hair, gazing in the mirror at her daughter who was soon to be a mother, her eyes glistening with moisture.
"Banniang always loved clutching the corner of my clothes when she was little, and now here I am, dancing attendance on her daily domestic life."
Chapter 371