The lamp in the thatched cottage was an old-fashioned bulb, emitting a yellowish glow.
This color was quite peculiar.
When there were many people around, it always created a warm and cozy feeling.
But when alone, it would inexplicably evoke a sense of solitude and desolation.
That was exactly how Xia Yangyang felt right now.
Lying alone on the bed, physically uncomfortable.
She felt as though the entire world had been reduced to just herself.
For a brief moment, Xia Yangyang wallowed in self-pity while lying on the bed.
Then, she heard footsteps outside the door.
Xia Yangyang pulled back the blanket and lifted her head to look.
Gu Qichen had actually come back again.
That was fast.
Even Xia Ye had returned alongside him.
Xia Yangyang poked her head out from the blanket: "You finished your meal so quickly."
Xia Ye walked over and reached out a hand to check Xia Yangyang's temperature: "Mom, how are you feeling now?"
