After who knows how long, the crowd dispersed.
Mo Shu lay motionless on the bed, her face deathly pale.
The only sign she was still alive was the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor.
Yu Siqiao tiptoed onto her bed, lying down beside her.
As he always did, he leaned towards her, closing his eyes to feel her body heat.
She disliked heat, but it was now summer, and she was covered with a thick duvet, yet her body temperature stayed low.
With his eyes closed, Yu Siqiao's hand traveled along her waist, finally resting on her lower abdomen.
It was here that their baby was growing.
He had fantasized countless times about what their child would be like.
If it was a boy, he would surely be as lively and mischievous as her, not quiet and aloof like he had been as a child, disliked by both children and adults.
If it was a girl, she would be just as adorable as her.
