Hospitals are such magical places, with both births and deaths occurring.
For the former, the whole family rejoices; for the latter, the entire household mourns.
Zhuangzhuang survived, and among the parents whose children had died young, there were not a few who saw him as a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh.
Taking advantage of the warmer temperature at noon, Feng Qingxue changed Zhuangzhuang's diaper and fresh cotton jacket and wrapped him back into his swaddling clothes, also tucking the Jade Gourd inside. The little one slept soundly.
Just as she had finished tidying up, Lu Jiang arrived with Xibao and Fubao.
"Mommy, Mommy, you scared me!" Fubao began to act spoiled as soon as she arrived.
Xibao puffed up her face, blinking her big eyes. She looked at her brother, then at her mother, and said discontentedly, "Mommy isn't pretty anymore."
