It's true what they say about children growing up in the blink of an eye. In a flash, it was time for Zhou Lian's postpartum confinement to end. Nuonuo was already forty-five days old—a chubby, round, fair-skinned little girl who was impossible not to adore.
First thing in the morning, Zhou Lian urged Li Xiu to hurry. She could finally wash her hair and take a bath; she had barely managed to endure the past month and a half.
Seeing his excited wife, Li Xiu couldn't help but laugh. 'Just how badly does she want to wash her hair and take a bath?' In his last life, his wife had loved being clean, but surely not to this extent. 'Besides, she's already washed her hair twice!'
Finally, around eleven in the morning—the warmest part of the winter day—Li Xiu brought the prepared ginger water into the room. He watched as Zhou Lian eagerly stripped off her clothes and settled into the wooden tub. She let out a long, comfortable sigh. "Finally, a proper bath! I feel like I've gone sour."
