The woman who was supposed to comfort him ended up collapsing in the end, leaving him to do all the work himself. But, what does it matter, as long as she's back, these small things, he won't quibble over who put in more effort.
"Mu Fan..."
The woman's eyes were still closed, but the hand around his waist involuntarily tightened a bit. Her murmured voice sounded like a whimper from a dream, her hands tightly gripping his shirt, "I'm sorry, I will never foolishly leave you again, unless you don't want me anymore. Otherwise, let's see how it goes. If things don't work out by next year, we'll try IVF. I heard the success rate is quite good now!"
"IVF?"
For some reason, Mu Fan felt an inexplicable aversion to these words. He didn't know why; perhaps it was because he'd heard many people shake their heads and lament the suffering when mentioning IVF!
