He pointed at his son in astonishment and asked, "Are all newborns like this? Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating."
For such an ignorant question, Zhang Yuan chose to roll her eyes silently, and someone continued to study a creature called a son.
Zhang Yuan closed her eyes. Here, she could hear the sound of waves from the distant sea. She could imagine the waves crashing on the shore, just like washing over her heart, wave after wave, leaving her directionless.
"When can I be discharged?" Zhang Yuan asked while having breakfast.
Gently pinning back the long hair that had fallen beside her ear, Luoz smiled slightly and fed her, "At least a week. We'll leave when your body stabilizes a bit."
"What?" Zhang Yuan opened her eyes wide, "At least a week, Luoz, are you kidding me? I gave birth naturally, no episiotomy, and it wasn't a C-section."
Facing Luoz, Zhang Yuan almost shouted.
