"Yanyan..." Zhao Yulan called out to her niece distressedly, gently stroking her forehead, "Eat something. Only by nourishing your body can you truly recover. Listen to your aunt, alright?"
Since waking up, Zhao Qiyan had been staring blankly at the ceiling, ignoring everyone, refusing to eat or drink. Chuxia even suspected she might have transmigrated; otherwise, how could someone who always cherished herself become so neglectful?
Helpless, Zhao Yulan continued to persuade, "Yanyan, you're still young. If you take care of your body, you can become a mother next year. If you continue like this, you won't even have the chance to be a mother."
"Yanyan..." Liu Zhenqiang stepped forward, "Your aunt personally made pigeon soup for you. At least have some. The doctor said that if you don't take care now, you might not be able to have children in the future. Are you really content with spending your life with just the two of us, without a child?"
