Ling Jichen touched a nose of ashes and stood at the door for a while. It was not too early to see, so he went downstairs.

hearing the footsteps outside the door disappear, he said coldly that he just took up the bowl. On this day, he didn't eat anything. Looking at the steamed egg, he had no appetite. It's ok if she doesn't eat, but if she doesn't eat, the baby will starve, so she has to stiffen her head and spoon things into her mouth.

when Ling Jichen arrived downstairs, Liu Ma had already cooked the rice and filled out the stewed soup that morning. The familiar meaning...