Ye Qiyun looked at the child and listened to the thunderstorm outside, inexplicably starting to cry. Crystal clear tears fell, one by one, noticeably.
Aunt Qin quickly advised her after seeing this, "Miss Ye, you are in your postpartum period now; you mustn't cry, or your eyes will hurt later. Trust me, I'm right. Women must strictly follow the postpartum taboos, or you'll suffer later on."
Ye Qiyun nodded while drawing a breath, "Mm, thank you, Aunt Qin."
"No need to thank me," Aunt Qin said, "I'll wash and wrap the child and then put her by your side."
Aunt Qin placed the child into the prepared warm water basin to clean, then put on the little clothes prepared earlier, a small hat, wrapped her in a little blanket, and placed her beside Ye Qiyun, allowing mother and daughter to be close. Ye Qiyun looked at the small, peacefully sleeping baby beside her, pure and lovely, oblivious to the world's dangers.
