Before long, the child was brought back to the delivery room. Xue Han had already been tidied up, and despite the rain outside, the room couldn't clear the intense smell of blood. Since Xue Han disliked incense, the room remained free of it.
Xue Han glanced at her daughter, but exhaustion finally overcame her. Her eyelids fought fiercely until she closed them and fell asleep.
Rongchuan entered and felt his legs go weak at the smell of blood. How much blood had been lost? Seeing his wife's pale face, he felt unspeakably heartbroken and carefully sat beside the bed, gently holding his wife's hand.
Zhulan had not left, not only because she was concerned for her daughter, but also because she had been sitting for so long that her back ached terribly. She needed a moment's rest. "Xue Han will be fine, she just needs to wake up rested. She has simply exhausted all her energy," she reassured.
