In the past four months...... Everytime, he would call her and tell her about these things. ∷。！.

But that's exactly what it is...... Her body is much better than it was some time ago.

A few days ago, I went to the pregnancy test, and the doctor said that the child was developing very well...... The sudden stomach ache like before has never happened again.

In the past four months...... It makes her feel very calm and satisfied.

She also always thought that she should continue like this......

Until...... Just now.

The dream she had......

Mo Qianqian has always known that the picture that appeared in her dream ...... All of them must not be just dreams.

It's like...... She had dreamed about Mowena the same thing before......

Because...... Those are the facts.

Thinking about it, Mo Qianqian's hand suddenly tightened, and he clutched the quilt tightly......

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There was a knock on the door, disturbing Mo Qian's thoughts.

"Miss Mo, are you up?" Outside the door, the voice of a servant was heard.

"Hmm." Mo Qianqian responded softly.

"Madame and the master are out today, and Madame said that don't forget to go down for a walk after you get up." The servant continued.

"I see......" Mo Qianqian nodded.

In the past four months, Aunt Ziqi has been taking care of Mo Qianqian's body very carefully.

In addition to taking care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation, he will also take her for a walk...... Because of this, Mo Qianqian's body has improved a little.

Thinking about it, Mo Qianqian sat up with his body propped up.

She has been pregnant for seven months, and her belly is more obvious, and Mo Qianqian is always cautious......

When walking, you often need to hold your waist...... If you stand for a long time, you will also feel backache.

For the first time, Mo Qianqian experienced the hard work of pregnancy......

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Mo Qianqian hugged his waist and walked slowly towards Beichen Shaoting's study.

Entering the study, Mo Qianqian's footsteps stopped in front of the large bookcase.

Her gaze was fixed on the photograph on the bookcase.

Beichen Shaoting when he was young...... The photo that won the prize.

She reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the frame......

When looking at this picture...... In Mo Qian's mind, the picture in the dream came to mind again.

What does a teenager look like when he plays the piano......

She clenched her hand gripping the frame...... In my head, some fragments of memories followed......

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"Ting, you're amazing! Win again! The girl happily looked at the trophy in the boy's hand, full of adoration.

"Awesome?" The boy glanced down at the girl with some disdain in his eyes.

"yes...... The trophy is so beautiful. ”

"That's for you!" The boy casually threw the trophy into the girl's arms, and the girl paused, then had a happy expression on her face......

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"Ting, this portrait I drew doesn't look like you?" The girl took a sketch, approached the boy, and asked excitedly.

The young man glanced at her coldly, and then said coldly: "Don't paint in the future." ”

“……”

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Mo Qianqian's hand holding the picture frame suddenly let go...... The frame fell to the ground.

Mo Qianqian took a deep breath, and then leaned weakly on the top of the bookcase.

She lowered her head and looked at the shattered picture frame on the ground......

After a while, she suddenly seemed to be crazy, and began to rummage through Beichen Shaoting's study for something......