Time flew by, yet Yin Nanfeng felt that every single day was both warm and enduring.
She sat leaning back in a wicker chair in the courtyard, resting upon a thick cushion. With a booklet rolled up in her palm and one hand supporting her slightly rounded belly, her expression softened as she softly read aloud from the pages.
The doors and windows stood wide open, and a gentle breeze carried fragments of sunlight scattering across the room.
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