Head pounding, Gu Zixuan felt she might really be losing her mind due to the pregnancy.
Guessing something so far-fetched, she thought she was so dark-minded that she needed to see a psychologist.
Quickly shutting down the computer, she didn't want to dig any further. Gu Zixuan grabbed her water cup, walked out of the study, and went downstairs to refill it. Then she headed to the kitchen, called Jim over, and started teaching herself how to cook again.
Learning to cook for Feng Chengjin...
Only this way, remembering how considerate and earnest he was when cooking each meal for her in the past, could she feel that these eight years of waiting were worth it… He loved her, and his love for her was pure.
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Meanwhile.
Beijing.
The bustling national capital, now plunged into silence and brightly lit as night fell.
