After all, Madam Zhao was her mother, and Ye Jiu called out instinctively. Although Ye Qingzhi followed suit, her small face remained icy, demonstrating a certain coldness despite her young age.
Even though she had been nurtured back to good health recently, she still seemed excessively indifferent when facing others, especially those she wasn't familiar with.
On normal days, when encouraged to go out and play with other children, she would refuse. If it were not for Lin Songhan at home, Ye Jiu would have worried that she might have developed autism.
Childbirth varies greatly among women, some deliver easily—barely feeling pain before the child emerges—while others endure an experience akin to traversing the gates of hell, like Madam Zhao at present.
When Ye Jiu and He Shi arrived, they saw basin after basin of bloody water being carried out, and the once forceful cries of Madam Zhao had become weak and feeble.
