Chapter 1374


    Mrs. Hunt came over after washing the fruits, cing them on the coffee table. She’d heard some of


    their conversation earlier, so shemented, “We should indeed go back and visit your grandma’s


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    grave. After all, custom dictates that an elder should be informed in the event of any marriage or


    pregnancy in the family.” Since she’d said as much, they all made arrangements to go back on the next


    day with Logan driving. They would be visiting L’s grandmother’s grave.


    After eating some fruits, L went to bed. Perhaps it was because they’d talked quite a bit about


    pregnancy dreams that she had a dream that night as well. She dreamed of a child standing before her


    though she couldn’t discern whether it was a boy or girl. A tad dazed, she stared at the little figure


    intently. The child was rather short, appearing very much adorable despite the blurred countenance as


    he or she was holding an apple in one hand.


    She took a few steps toward the child before crouching, but she still couldn’t see his or her face from


    such a near distance. The child merely stood there without advancing or retreating, so she then


    reached out and pulled the child into her embrace after a moment’s contemtion. A whileter, the


    child took a bite out of the apple in his or her hand. The bite wasn’t loud albeit crisp, but still, it jolted


    her awake.


    Shuddering, L’s first reaction was to look down into her arms, but it was merely a dream. Her arms


    were empty, and she was still in Logan’s embrace. She took a deep breath, wondering if this was


    considered a pregnancy dream. Then, she caressed her stomach, feeling a tad regretful that she


    couldn’t discern whether the child was a boy or a girl in the end. After a while, she again closed her


    eyes.


    When she woke up the next morning, the dream was still vivid in her mind. Going into the washroom


    with Logan, she told him about the dream as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. There wasn’t


    much to say since the dream was brief, but it was significant.


    Beaming, Logan ced a hand on her stomach. “Didn’t you see whether the child was wearing a skirt


    or pants?”


    L shook her head. “I didn’t notice at that time.” In the dream, she only strived to discern the child’s


    countenance, so perhaps she’d seen the dressing but forgotten it. Anyhow, she couldn’t really say for


    sure.


    When they’d washed up, they went up to Mr. and Mrs. Hunt’s ce for breakfast. The Hunt couple had


    already prepared breakfast and even gotten ready, saying that they could all set out together after


    eating. At the breakfast table, L again rted her dreamst night, whereupon Mrs. Hunt chuckled.


    “Perhaps we’d spoken too much of this yesterday that it affected you subconsciously.” Having the same


    opinion, L nodded.


    After breakfast, they then departed with Logan driving them all to the Hunts’ hometown. Since many


    were in the car, the journey was filled with chatter andughter before they arrived in a seemingly short


    time.


    When the car drove into the vige, someone by the road caught sight of it and hollered, “Mr. Hunt and


    his family are back!”


    Reclining against her seat, Lmented, “The two of you are really popr.”


    “We’re not at all popr,” Mrs. Hunt refuted. “It’s the grandeur of your wedding ceremony that


    chastened them.”


    L was too tired that day, so she didn’t bother to clock the vigers’ states. However, they’d probably


    been chastened since she herself was shocked by the munificence of the Jeffersons.


    When the car came to a stop before their old house, the surrounding neighbors all came out and


    gathered around. “Why did youe back?”


    “We came back to visit my mother’s grave,” Mr. Hunt answered. At this, the neighbors were all smiles,


    their attitudes a far cry from before.


    The road was level, but still, Logan helped L into the courtyard. The house had been unupied for


    a long time, so a musty smell lingered in the air. Going into the room, Logan removed the dust cover


    from the bed and had her rest for a while since he’d noticed her changing positions incessantly


    throughout the three-hour-or-so drive here. Even a hale and hearty person will be weary after sitting in


    the car for three hours, what’s more a pregnant woman like her now.