Huo Shaohua heard her say that and looked at her hand.
Her fingers were long and somewhat dark, with small scratches all over the back of her hand.
"What's with your hands?" he asked in confusion, wondering how a woman's hands could be in such bad shape.
Tian Xingyun raised her hand, looked at it, and said with a smile, "I'm used to it, it doesn't hurt."
Going to the fields to pick roses almost always resulted in being scratched by thorns.
Though the wounds weren't big, they still hurt a bit.
Over time, she got used to it and didn't feel the pain anymore.
"You shouldn't be doing this anymore, it's not suitable for you being pregnant," Huo Shaohua stared at the scratches on the back of her hand, feeling a bit of pain in his heart.
"I'll handle it myself. Why did you come to me?" Tian Xingyun ignored his words, she would act within her limits.
She wouldn't hurt the baby.
