An Ziqi laughed, "It's not that easy to die. Look, I've already had two, and I'm still fine, aren't I?"
"That's how it plays out on TV," Jiayin said with a pout.
"TV is all lies. There are so many doctors here, there's no way they'd let anything happen to you."
An Ziqi chatted with her for a bit, but Jiayin's expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" An Ziqi was keeping an eye on her, and the moment she noticed her change of expression, her own heart skipped a beat.
Jiayin bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry.
"Don't be afraid, what's going on? Is your stomach hurting again?" An Ziqi asked nervously.
She quickly reached out to feel her stomach, but Jiayin grabbed her hand, crying and saying with grievance.
"Sister-in-law, I... I think I can't control myself from wetting the bed."
Even when she was just a toddler, two or three years old, she never wet the bed.
But just now, no matter how hard she tried to control it, she couldn't.
