Jiang Feifei saw her mother so upset and forced herself to eat a few mouthfuls of porridge, but she really couldn't eat any more.
After Jiang Xinyu bathed her daughter, she held her and lay down. Once the child fell asleep, she secretly shed tears again.
"Xiao Jiang, I'm sorry, it's my incompetence."
"Master Shang, how can it be your fault? Fortunately, the child is fine."
Jiang Shijing lay on his bed, determined to become stronger so that one day he could defeat the bad guys.
Jiang Xinyu didn't sleep the whole night, getting up every one or two hours to check on her daughter, afraid that she might show any signs of pain.
The next morning, Jiang Feifei opened her eyes and looked at her mother, who was watching her worriedly. "Mom, I'm fine, I'm better. I don't feel nauseous or weak anymore, you can relax."
Jiang Xinyu was still a bit uneasy, but with her daughter's words, she felt much more relieved.
