Both Sabrina and Jane were supporting their bulging pregnant bellies and was being emotional about how spectacularly beautiful the scene was for the wedding site. They turned around and saw from a distance that Zayn was hugging Hana and kissing her. Jane could not help but smile and said to Sabrina with great envy, "Sabrina, look at how happy your brother and his wife are. We have gone through so many things in the past eight years, but we still can't have such a wedding."
"That’s true. My brother was unfortunate. He first broke his legs and then found out that he was infertile later on. However, he was also very fortunate. He found the woman he loves the most. They love each other very much. They took pity on each other, leaned on each other, and also helped treat each other's wounds. How great. Seeing my brother and sister-in-law’s wedding, I'll just take it that I am also getting married at this wedding."
"I thought so too. Haha. Just thinking of it as our wedding just makes me happy when I'm watching it a s well," said Jane.
The two pregnant ladies just stood out at the wedding site. Many guests who were present did not know about Zayn's condition. They did not know that he was infertile, so they were discussing. "Look, what a good omen. Two pregnant ladies, who are going to due
soon, are present at this wedding. I feel this is a sign that the bride and the groom will soon have a child."
"That's for sure! Master Zayn is only thirty-two years old this year. He is in prime, so of course, he is going t o have a child immediately after getting married.”
"We’ll have to ask Master Zayn for more blessings later since it's such a joyous event!"
"That's for sure."
"The bride is truly beautiful."
"Who is she? I don't think I've seen her before."
"South City is so big. You can't have known everyone!"
"I just feel that Master Zayn has changed a lot. He is more low profile and composed now, and was truly different from he was in his twenties.”
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