It was just a normal cold, but her mom insisted that it was because the door in their house faced the bed directly, and the bay window also faced the door, which was highly taboo for pregnant women. She said sitting facing the door would bring bad energy to pregnant women, so the bay window became off-limits for Qian, and under her mom's direction, Minglang moved the bed to a different side away from the door.
The home's layout was something Qian had carefully arranged, and the bed looked awkward once moved; Qian found it increasingly uncomfortable.
But Qian's mom was full of reasons.
"You young people, who've been educated into fools, always doubting the wisdom handed down through generations. If it wasn't accurate, why would it survive so many generations?"
"That's just because you uneducated folks blindly believe in rumors..." Qian retorted bitterly.
Qian's mom handed her a bowl of something unknown she had just brewed, urging her to drink it while it was hot.
