"Xiuxiu, I'm sorry, I had no idea it was Yuanying's doing, that rascal. Please don't be mad at me," Song Yuanhuan said ingratiatingly, and then, as if to cheer Xu Xiuxiu up, he finished his meal heartily without her having to remind him, and even took it upon himself to drink down the large bone soup with audible gulps.
He'd always thought broth and soups were for women, because women were made of water, but after being watched by Xu Xiuxiu drinking big bone soup for several days, he now felt like he was emanating the scent of it. However, he had just angered his wife, so his apology had to be sincere, naturally making him more conscientious about things like drinking soup.
"Mhmm," Xu Xiuxiu nodded, then began tidying up, looking pleased.
The hospital room was very quiet. Song Yuanhuan, holding Little Baby in his arms, silently fixed his gaze on Xu Xiuxiu's back, thinking hard about what to say to break this eerie atmosphere between them.
