After Mo Ying returned to the front lines, she cut her long hair again, leaving only short hair to her chin. At this moment, it was uncertain whether it was tears or sweat that soaked her strands, with a few strands clinging to the side of her face. Mo Ying looked over with such a pitiful expression that made Du Xixi's heart melt into a puddle.
Her already worried heart lifted again, and Du Xixi quickly walked over, hugging the fragile Mo Ying in her arms, and softly asked, "Don't worry, I'll accompany you to the military hospital for a check-up, okay?"
"I'm very scared." Mo Ying did not agree immediately. Instead, she shook her head evasively, "My health is poor. What if this child..."
"Sister Mo Ying!" Du Xixi heard Mo Ying's worry and interrupted her before she could continue, speaking more gently, "Children are gifts from heaven to us. No matter the outcome, we must happily welcome them."
