Carrying the basket from Qinghe, she carried him on her back and walked towards the master bedroom.
Yishan and Yuchuan sat on the bed, their hearts stirred as they watched their wife carrying Fourth Brother through the open door.
Her body was so thin and fragile; it seemed a gust of wind could blow her away. She had too much determination and was so capable, holding up the falling Xiao family. No matter how hard or tired, they had never heard her complain about being tired.
They had never heard her cry out in fatigue.
Nor had they ever seen her complain about anyone in the family.
The two of them only wanted to get better as soon as possible so that she wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. They wanted to provide her with comfort and protection under their wings.
Qingyue carried Qinghe to the side of the bed, where he sat down and placed the vegetable basket on the table, taking out half a bowl of fried fish, a bowl of rice, and two bowls.
