The next day.
Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes and looked at his lover still in deep slumber beside him.
On her exquisitely beautiful face was not a trace of color, looking distressingly lovely and evoking a sense of compassion.
His heart ached! He silently cursed himself for being inhuman!
Gently, he got out of bed and tucked Xue'er in with her blanket.
He left the room, got dressed, and walked outside.
Descending the stairs, he entered the kitchen.
"Ah! Son-in-law, what are you doing in here?" Sister Zhou asked, puzzled.
"Xue'er isn't feeling well; I want to make her some chicken soup," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Sister Zhou gave him a meaningful look and smiled.
Zhang Xiaohao opened the refrigerator, took out an old hen, and cleaned it thoroughly.
He found a pressure cooker and placed the old hen inside.
Seeing Sister Zhou leave the kitchen, he was now alone.
