Su Qinglan had barely finished packing her herbs when Hu Yan quietly wrapped a leaf raincoat over her shoulders.
"You really want to go to Bai Ling's place?" Hu Yan asked, though his voice held no objection at all.
Su Qinglan nodded immediately. "She must be bored out of her mind. And she's my friend. Let's go."
Hu Yan didn't stop her. He knew Bai Ling was one of the few females Su Qinglan trusted and felt close to. So the two of them walked together through the slippery path, careful not to step on the wet stones scattered around the tree houses.
Inside her tree house, Bai Ling was sprawled on a fur mat like a lifeless fox rug.
She had been trapped indoors for almost a full week. Her belly was already round and heavy, so big that squatting felt like a battle and sitting down required planning. Her husband refused to let her step outside because the rain made the ground too slippery.
What if she fell?
What if she hurt herself?
What if something happened to the cub?
