The next day happened to be the weekend. Li Xianglu didn't get up, she went to the bathroom and then nestled in bed, watching Ba Yi still deep in sleep. She felt a dull pain in her heart. This was her child, the one she carried for ten months, who had to be cut out from her belly. That her child had suffered so much hurt, it would be a lie to say she didn't feel distressed.
At eight in the morning, Su Yan came to check in out of concern. Seeing that both children were in deep sleep, she asked about Ba Yi's hand injury and if it was severe. Assured that it was indeed nothing serious, she then left.
Breakfast was buns. Li Xianglu, who had skipped dinner, felt her stomach growling when Qin Xi brought in the buns and porridge. She reached out, took a bun, and bit into it—pork with green onion. She finished off a fist-sized bun in three or four bites. Qin Xi, seeing this, hurriedly brought over the porridge, which had cooled a bit, and urged her to take a few sips.
