"Leng Yan, stop right there!"
She was wearing flat shoes and had long forgotten she was pregnant. Watching him about to reach his destination, she sprinted without looking where she was going. As she was about to catch up, she accidentally bumped into a girl, and both of them groaned painfully at the same time.
Leng Yan instinctively turned his head and saw Wen Nuan fallen on the ground. The sharp pain in his heart overcame him, and without a second thought, he dropped his luggage and hurried over.
"I'm sorry," Wen Nuan apologized to the girl, tears streaming down her face.
She couldn't tell if it was because of the pain or the realization that she could no longer catch up to him.
"Watch where you're going!" The girl she bumped into was taller and received less impact. Bearing the pain, she stood up and gave Wen Nuan a discontented look. "It's lucky you bumped into me. Did you see that pregnant woman in front of me? If you had hit her, you'd be in a lot more trouble."
