Qianning hadn't fallen asleep; she lay in the sunshine-scented blankets, exhaling gently. She couldn't go on like this forever. She had already become his burden. She didn't want this to continue until the child was born.
From outside came a few knocks on the door followed by Xiao Qi's voice, "Qianning, time to get up for dinner. Fantian is back too."
Only then did Qianning cast aside her thoughts and slowly got up to walk outside. Her body was still very weak; she needed to eat well and couldn't let the child suffer.
When Qianning opened the door, she saw that there were already five dishes on the table. There was chicken soup and fish, things they ordinarily couldn't afford to buy. Even with the small refund from the hospital, Xiao Qi wouldn't throw money around like this.
Just as she was wondering, a strange man emerged from the bathroom. He looked to be about forty years old, fat and dark-skinned, dressed in faded work clothes.
