The Plump Farmer's Wife Loves to Farm

“Waaah... Mei'er... Waaah, it's been three days. Why haven't you woken up yet?” The noise made her head ache. Irritated, she raised a hand and waved, but she was too weak to do much. All she could manage was a faint murmur: “Stop making noise...” The sobbing stopped for a moment, then the person grabbed her hand in delight. “Xiao Mei, you're awake! That's wonderful, wonderful...” As they spoke, tears began streaming down their face again.