Meng Rou sat on the bed, half leaning against the headboard. Her stomach had completely receded, but the toll of the recent events had left her looking haggard. Furthermore, all the nourishment during this period had been absorbed by the infant ghost inside her, leaving her skin and bones.
Though the deathly pallor had faded, she still appeared very worn and utterly devoid of spirit.
The infant ghost had left, and the Meng Family finally breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the resentment they felt for what she had done, she was still their daughter, their sister, and seeing her in this state pained them.
Madam Meng sighed, sat down beside the bed, reached out, and stroked Meng Rou's hair, "Rou, don't think about anything now, just rest well."
Meng Rou nodded obediently.
