Yangyang's one-and-a-half-year birthday was drawing near.
Lately, I hadn't left my room even once. I'd been hatching the eggs with all my heart and soul, and often hadn't even replenished my energy.
Mom hadn't eaten in ages, and Yangyang could only stand to one side, fretting helplessly.
She had no idea what was going on, so she could only ask Ye Qingxian to come over.
"Mom Ye Qingxian, come take a look! What's wrong with her?"
"No matter what I say to Mom, she doesn't pay me any attention."
"I tried to feed her something with energy, but she didn't move at all. She's been curled up in bed, hugging my little sisters."
"Finally, I had no choice. I tried to pat Mom awake, but she still didn't react. She even tried to grab me and make me hatch eggs. Luckily, I ran fast, or you wouldn't be able to see Yangyang out here now."
Tears shimmered in Yangyang's eyes. Her heart ached terribly.
She was the one most worried about her mother's condition.
Ye Qingxian nodded slightly.
She indicated that she understood the situation.
She stood beside the bed and took a look. At once, she determined Ye Xiaoyao's condition.
"Your mother is at a critical stage of hatching."
"Because your two little sisters are about to be born."
"At this crucial final stage, she doesn't have a moment to spare for anything else."
"So she's using up the qi and blood she has stored to release the special, gentle energy needed to hatch the Angel Eggs. She has no time to stop and eat, or replenish what she's losing."
Ye Qingxian cautiously took a step forward.
The next second, an extremely cold gaze swept over her.
There wasn't a trace of feeling in that look.
Ye Qingxian stepped