What she watered was the plum blossoms she planted some days before; their leaves had turned greener, starkly contrasting against the surrounding yellow ones and adding a few moments of vitality to the bleak autumn.
"Water them less, it just rained a couple of days ago," Jun Mochan cautioned Ye Ranran.
Alright, Ye Ranran slowed down the pace.
After wetting the soil, the two sat side by side on a stone not far away.
"How has the baby been lately?"
"Pretty good, mom has been taking good care of him, you don't need to worry."
Ye Ranran gave him a resentful glance: "You should take care of him more when you're free."
She was powerless despite her will, but he could do it.
Jun Mochan stroked her hair with his hand but gave no answer.
In fact, he had reservations about the child; if it weren't for the birth, none of what followed would have happened.
He knew he shouldn't think this way; he was aware of how much Ye Ranran wanted a child.
