"Xiaofu, don't cry anymore, come. Sit up. Mummy has made some soup for you. Drink it quickly while it is still hot. The doctor said that you have been too emotional lately, and you also have not been eating enough. You are already showing signs of a slight miscarriage. In the future, you have to be careful to take care of the baby."
Xia Xiaofu's mother helped her sit up, and she wiped her tears clean before she drank the soup that her mother fed her. Even though she did not want to drink it at all, she tried very hard to drink it.
"Mum, don't worry. In the future. I will not do silly things anymore. I will take good care of myself."
Xia Xiaofu touched her flat stomach. This was her Little Fifth, and it was the blood that Luoxi left for her. She would definitely give birth to Little Fifth safely and healthily.
She would not continue to be in a daze and retreat anymore. She had already found a new direction in life.
