On the second day of Bai Yiran's hospitalization, Xia Lian came, her face full of smiles. As she entered the room, she made a beeline for Xiao Xi, her eyes narrowing into slits from smiling.
"This child looks like Yiran; she'll surely grow up to be incredibly beautiful!"
Saying this, Xia Lian took a thermos out of her bag and placed it on the nightstand next to the hospital bed. "Yiran, did you pass gas yesterday?"
Bai Yiran's face showed some embarrassment. Rather than passing gas, it was just farting! The doctor said that after surgery, one must pass gas before eating.
"Hmm..."
"That's good then!" Xia Lian opened the thermos, "This is soup your aunt made to help with milk production, drink some quickly!"
Bai Yiran looked at Xia Lian, somewhat stunned. In her current state, it seemed as if nothing had ever happened, as if Xia Lian had returned to being the endlessly caring aunt she remembered.
