She had no appetite for dinner that night, but he kept attentively adding food to her plate. Strangely, it seemed he suddenly had all the time in the world, staying by her side the entire night, reluctant to leave.
At night, he would often hold her, though not with any improper intentions. On the contrary, he was exceptionally gentle, merely caressing her stomach and occasionally pressing his ear against it to listen.
This excessive intimacy felt ambiguous. She was uncomfortable but didn't push him away, simply ignoring him.
The silence persisted until the next morning. When she got up at her usual time, he gently held her back, whispering, "Xixi, it's still early. Don't rush to get up."
She said indifferently, "I have to go to school today."
He pressed her hand down, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Don't go to school. The doctor said the baby's condition is unstable. It's best to have complete bed rest for the first three months. Just endure it for a bit."
