Zhu Cuilan couldn't bear to say the rest of the words. She couldn't bear it when she thought of the appearance of the child just now. When it was just born, it was not breathing and its whole face was blue and purple. If there hadn't been an experienced midwife, they almost thought the child had died at birth.
Yunqiao bled so much that the bedding beneath her was soaked with blood. After giving birth, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hands. The midwife said that if she held the baby for too long and couldn't deliver it, it would be bad.
This sounds very dangerous. If Yun Qiao hadn't made one last effort, the child might not have been born and even the adults might not have been able to survive.
But at least the child was born. Zhu Cuilan didn't want to say more because Zhao Fangchu was still unmarried and had Zhao Luochuan as her husband.
After a tiring day, they could finally go back and rest. It was cold at night and the three of them felt the wind blowing through their bodies just by standing there.
Everyone went back home, boiled some hot water and washed up.
Zhao Luochuan had been silent since the beginning, and was still in a daze while boiling water.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Donghu asked in confusion, sitting on the bed wrapped in a bundle.
Zhao Luochuan looked at Yang Donghu, moved his lips, but didn't say anything.
Yun Qiao's shrill cry just now kept echoing in his ears. Zhao Luochuan inexplicably wondered what he would do if the same thing happened to Yang Donghu. Especially when he thought of the unfinished words of Zhu Cuilan, he became even more worried.
He had been in the village for a long time and had heard of cases where a wife failed to survive childbirth, resulting in two deaths.
Yang Donghu was frail and could not endure such suffering. He was so confused that he only thought about having children. His thoughts were simple, but it was Yang Donghu who suffered.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Yang Donghu placed his hand on Zhao Luochuan's forehead: "It's not hot."
"No."
Zhao Luochuan didn't want to say this to Yang Donghu, but his eyes were full of heartache when he looked at him.
Yang Donghu couldn't understand where his sudden emotion came from, but seeing that Zhao Luochuan didn't want to say anything, he didn't force him to ask.
After a quick wash, the two of them slept on the same pillow.
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