Si Chengye comforted her by holding her hand, "Don't worry, Xiaozhi is still young. Take it slow. You shouldn't be too anxious, otherwise, it will put pressure on Xiaozhi."
Mother Chen nodded, "I understand."
She just hoped to hold a grandchild in her arms sooner, but of course, these things needed to happen naturally and couldn't be forced too much.
Si Ye approached and put his arm around Chen Zhi's shoulder, asking with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or is it a stomach issue?"
Chen Zhi wasn't vomiting anymore; she rinsed her mouth and gently shook her head after wiping her lips, "No, I just don't feel like eating. The greasy smell of the food makes me want to throw up."
Si Ye frowned slightly, "Come on, let's go to the hospital and check."
"No need, I'm fine. It's just that I've had a poor appetite these past few days and feel uncomfortable whenever I eat."
