After lunch, Jane Sampson returned to the dormitory with her belly full of water. When she lay down there, she felt that even turning over would cause the water in her stomach to churn audibly as if she could hear the sloshing sound.
"Jane, is your stomach okay?" Mair Williams's bed was closest to Jane Sampson. She raised her hand and patted Jane's belly, then let out a chuckle, "It's like patting a watermelon with all that water in there."
"Are you not feeling well?" Hibiscus Wood asked, sitting nearby, "I have a cousin who was born prematurely, so her body was a bit weak. She would often get sick as a child, so everyone in the house was very meticulous about what she ate. Eating had to be done slowly and with lots of chewing. Her body slowly recovered, and after more than a decade, her health finally improved. However, now her eating habits are just like yours, slow and bit by bit."
