On the screen, the interface from reading text messages last night was still open.
Cancer, the words "last face-to-face" flashed before Yan Xia's eyes, making her heart wrench violently.
"If you are worried, call them tomorrow to ask," Yu Han's words echoed in her ears.
Without thinking, Yan Xia instinctively reached out and dialed the number, but as soon as the call connected, she quickly hung up.
Several minutes later, Yan Xia made the call.
With the baby growing inside her, Xia Yiwan's discomfort became increasingly apparent, especially with the frequent trips to the bathroom throughout the night.
Just as she was finally sleeping soundly in the morning, her phone's pleasant ringtone suddenly pierced the silence, startling her awake.
"Who dares to disturb my sweet dreams this early in the morning? Asking for a beating!" Xia Yiwan complained as she picked up her phone.
When she saw Yan Xia's name, she couldn't help but blink in surprise.