Ten days had passed, and Su Qinglan's body felt heavier than ever. Squatting or even walking across the room had become a monumental task.
Her belly was so large and round that she felt like she was carrying the weight of the entire mountain.
Grandma Lin had visited her multiple times, nodding with a wise smile as she felt the position of the cubs.
"They are strong, Female Qinglan," the old woman had whispered. "If nothing goes wrong, they will slide out as smoothly as a fish in water."
Su Qinglan was more than ready. She spent her days nesting in the treehouse, which Hu Yan had transformed into a cozy and beautiful house.
In the corner of the main room, right next to the large bed, he had constructed a magnificent nest.
It was a thick, circular base of fragrant dry grass and soft moss, topped with multiple layers of the finest, most supple beast hides they owned. It was perfect for her little ones.
