"Who knows."
Su Li sighed softly, "She really doesn't take care of her body. A woman's miscarriage should be treated like a postpartum period. That's the only way not to leave any health issues behind. What if she's so persistent now, in the future..."
Wei Chengfeng supported her shoulder and sighed, "Instead of worrying about others, you'd better focus on your husband."
Su Li looked at him and asked, "Aren't I caring enough for you? What more do you want?"
"You don't even ask if I'm tired?"
Su Li chuckled, tugged at his collar, and said, "I know you're tired, so why don't you go upstairs, take a shower, and change? I'll make some noodles for you, okay?"
"Don't worry yourself. Just ask someone to do it. The kitchen is all wet—you shouldn't go in there. Just come upstairs with me."
"It's already this late. Let's not trouble anyone else. You head up first; it won't take long. I'll be careful."
