"Yan'er."
"What are you doing cooped up in your room all day?"
"Your father is about to return, yet you still won't come out."
Mrs. Wang's voice, tinged with helplessness, came from outside the room. Ever since Wang Yan had returned to the manor, she had hardly gone out, always staying within her own courtyard and her room.
"Coming," Wang Yan responded. She looked down at her belly, extinguishing the thought she had just had. If I died, wouldn't two lives be lost?
Afterward, Wang Yan opened her door.
Mrs. Wang walked in slowly, glanced around, and said, "Honestly, what's the point of holing yourself up in your room all day? You've been back for so long."
"Mother, I don't want to go out," Wang Yan replied softly.
"Very well," Mrs. Wang said with a smile. "Come with me to the hall to wait. Your father should be back before long."
At that moment, a clear, crisp voice sounded from outside. "Auntie."
A little boy of about four or five ran in and hugged Wang Yan's leg.
