"First, you won't go blind. Second, no matter how you change, I will love you."
"Okay."
Jian Xi gently closed her eyes. As long as she was in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, she felt a sense of security.
If fate truly intended to take away her sight, there was nothing she could do.
Her uncle and Mr. Han both lost their sight around the age of fifty. By fifty, Little Pumpkin and Little Watermelon would have grown up, and she would have aged...
Jian Xi let her mind wander.
At that moment, Little Watermelon seemed to wake up, stretching her limbs inside Jian Xi's belly.
The peculiar feeling immediately pulled Jian Xi's mood back up: "Darling, Little Watermelon moved again."
"Let me feel." Nan Mufeng reached out to touch.
Little Watermelon seemed to sense someone and dared not move anymore.
Jian Xi and Nan Mufeng held their breath, waiting for Little Watermelon to take action again.
