"Don't cry, the doctor said the baby's condition is better than that of the average premature infant, and might not even need two weeks." Pei Yibai came back, holding Song Weiyi's hand and comforting her.
Now, that was all Song Weiyi could hope for.
It seemed that heaven had not been unkind to her after all.
With this thought, she managed to squeeze out a faint smile.
"I will go take a picture of the baby for you in a bit, don't think too much right now, just get some good sleep."
"Mhm." Song Weiyi closed her eyes, truly exhausted.
Another mother in her place would have already fallen asleep by now.
It was her worry that kept her from resting well.
"What happened to your clothes?" Just when Pei Yibai thought Song Weiyi had fallen asleep, she opened her eyes again.
Pei Yibai's hair was already dry, and his clothes were half-dry, just dirty.
He came back to his senses, looked down at his clothes, and saw some mud on them.