"Hush, everything's alright. Mommy's here." She lifted her daughter's back carefully. The small baby reached out both her hands and grabbed her clothes in front of her chest. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were red. She seemed just like a small red ball of meat.
"Oh my god, the baby!"
The aunt stared at the baby in Xia Ruoxin's arms, astonished. That was her baby. How did it just pop out like that?
"Ruoxin, how did you give birth to the baby?" Someone asked. Xia Ruoxin hugged her daughter even closer, still smiling lightly. "I gave birth to her on my own. She's a girl, and she's just a day old.
Xia Ruoxin said softly, both her hands holding the baby gently.
"It's been hard on you, child." The aunt stared at Xia Ruoxin, feeling sorry for the young girl. She was only about twenty years old, but she was so pitiful. There's no one to take care of her child. How could she nurse herself after childbirth?