"Mei Auntie! What's wrong, Mei Auntie? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Qin Chuan shouted from outside the door, "Mei Auntie, is it convenient for me to come in now?"
The stepmother, who was originally comforting herself, thought she was hallucinating.
It wasn't until the knocking sound came that she reacted.
She quickly wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, then said, "No... no need, Xiao Chuan, I'm fine."
"You were crying out in such pain, and you say you're fine?"
Qin Chuan, outside the door, was a bit anxious, "Mei Auntie, don't hold it in; the more you endure, the more uncomfortable it will be, and it will worsen your condition."
Upon hearing this, the stepmother felt warmth in her heart but couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
"Xiao Chuan, Aunt Mei is really fine, you should go rest now," the stepmother urged.
However, Qin Chuan still felt uneasy and opened the door to walk in.
