Xie Zhuo couldn't help but smile whenever he saw her handwriting.

The girl sitting diagonally opposite Xie Zhuo was disappointed after learning that Xie Zhuo was married and had children, but she accepted it. However, she couldn't take her eyes off Xie Zhuo when she saw his smile from time to time.

Her mother slapped her on the shoulder, and she pouted and reluctantly looked away.

As her mother closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair to sleep, her gaze turned to Xie Zhuo again.

He's really handsome!

She had never seen anyone so good-looking in her life.

Xie Zhuo was engrossed in his book. Occasionally, when his mind wandered, he wondered what Xu Yan was doing. Was he reading like him, or had he been called to Aunt Yang's house?

Actually, none of that is true. Xu Yan is actually sewing a quilt, imitating Li Aihua's style.

I took apart last year's thick quilt, fluffed up the cotton inside, and then sewed it back together.

"Shoot it like this," Li Aihua said, seeing Xu Yan standing there looking a bit lost, and demonstrated with a wooden stick.

"Or if you don't know how to take pictures, and you have more time, you can slowly tear apart these cotton balls that are stuck together little by little. This will produce better results than taking pictures."

With Li Aihua constantly talking beside her, Xu Yan finally stopped feeling that the room was too quiet and lonely; instead, it felt a bit too lively.

Because Li Aihua said she would go home to get a shoe sole, and while sewing the sole, she told her how to tear the cotton evenly, and then she brought a group of people over.

Xu Yan felt that before she could even get involved in one topic, her sister-in-law had already started a new one in just a few words.

"Hey, did you guys know? Sun Jiarou is pregnant," an auntie suddenly gossiped.