The door closed.
Zhi'er heard Feng Fuce's footsteps approaching.
She buried her head under the blanket, now genuinely crying out of embarrassment.
"I've become stupid," was Bai Zhi'er's first reaction.
Then, choking back her tears, she said, "How can I face people now!"
Feng Fuce stood outside the canopy, his voice and tone clearly much more relaxed and joyful than before.
"The door is closed. Can I lift the curtain and have a good talk with you?"
Zhi'er let out a sound of agreement.
Only then did Feng Fuce open the curtain.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
Zhi'er was sitting with her eyes red from crying.
Feng Fuce instead smiled lightly: "It's not a miscarriage, it's good news."
"You're not embarrassing yourself, because only I know, the midwife and doctor definitely won't spread the word."
Zhi'er was too embarrassed to look at him.
