There was no one in the Trade Union Dance Troupe Dormitory, Sheng Ning filled a hot water bag and pressed it against her belly, wrapped in a quilt sitting on the bed, writing Phoenix's novel. Soon, Wu Youli also arrived, her hands carrying a pack of brown sugar.
"Here, this is from the General Union; they asked me to bring it to you." Wu Youli placed the brown sugar on the table, considerately asking, "Do you feel any better? Let me make you a cup."
"Thank you!" Sheng Ning hadn't expected Yang Wenyin, the stern and strong woman, to be so attentive, "How come you're back too?"
"My 'relatives' have visited too," Wu Youli shrugged helplessly, "but I'm not in as much pain as you." 'Relatives' was just a euphemistic way of speaking, for rural girls are shy, always using 'relatives' to refer to it, so everyone understood.
