Yan Xinxin's accurate guess made Mo Chuxi's fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
The setting sun cast a golden glow on his handsome and resolute face, his brows firm and unwavering.
"I'll make sure you stay healthy by my side, growing old with me."
"So that means I really have this illness, doesn't it?"
Yan Xinxin picked up on the deeper meaning in his words.
Mo Chuxi didn't deny it.
There was no benefit in hiding such a thing from Yan Xinxin.
"Yan Xinxin, I won't let anything happen to you."
He offered his promise and assurance.
Yan Xinxin felt a warm current flow into her chest, filling her heart.
"Mo Chuxi, thank you. For the baby, I will take good care of myself."
She smiled brightly, without any hint of negativity or overwhelming shock.
Perhaps, having fainted once or twice before, she'd already suspected that there might be a problem with her heart. Therefore, at this moment, she appeared so composed.
