Once again, Meng Jingyi woke up; it was already the next day.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Heng, who had a blue stubble on his chin, his face still wounded, swollen at the corners of his mouth, eyes blackened, looking utterly exhausted and weary.
Seeing her awake, his eyes finally lit up a little, "You're awake."
Meng Jingyi glanced around and realized she was in the hospital; her gaze stayed on Xiao Heng's face for a few seconds before slowly looking down, "The child..."
The quilt covered her body; she couldn't see her stomach.
Xiao Heng tightly held her hand, "The child is fine, the doctor says it's very resilient."
The child was fine?
How could it be fine, losing so much blood, unless a miracle occurred.
Meng Jingyi didn't believe Xiao Heng's words; she reached out to touch her abdomen until she felt a slight bulge, realizing he wasn't lying to her, the child was indeed still there, it hadn't disappeared.
