"What's wrong, Ruozhu?" Jiao Ling asked worriedly.
Yingtong also looked at her and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Bai Ruozhu weakly waved her hand, "It's nothing, I'm just tired. I'll be fine after a bit more sleep."
Jiao Ling looked at her belly with some concern. It can't go on like this.
Bai Ruozhu carefully lay down, gently protecting her belly with her hand, and closed her eyes to fall asleep again. She truly was exhausted.
When she woke up again, the sky outside the carriage was already dark. She had slept for a long time.
Taking the opportunity to get off the carriage to relieve herself, she went into the space, brewed a pot of fish soup, planning to drink some later to nourish herself. Even if she didn't want to drink it, she had to for the child's sake.
Estimating the time, she again went into the space at midnight to drink the fish soup, but felt somewhat guilty for not being able to share it with others.
