Zhou Xufang was brutally honest, "That sounds terrible."
Indeed, it was terrible, and Jiang Zhi himself agreed, "Yeah." In his lifetime, he had only cried for Zhou Xufang and sung for Zhou Xufang, "Do you feel a bit better now?"
Zhou Xufang nodded slightly, "It sounds so awful, I forgot about the pain."
Of course, she hadn't forgotten the pain; she was lying to Jiang Zhi.
"Then I'll sing it again for you."
"Okay."
It was still the same song, the few that Jiang Zhi knew by heart, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are..."
He sang "Little Star" all night long. There weren't any stars outside, but Zhou Xufang had one, a very beautiful one.
After one night, Zhou Xufang felt much better, even though her Prothrombin Time had changed due to pregnancy. Her recovery and self-healing abilites were incomparable to ordinary people; her surgical cuts and wounds had all scabbed over by morning.
