"Okay, thank you..."
Lian Qiao nodded incessantly to the doctor's diverse instructions.
When the IV was set up and they were alone in the hospital room, Wei Liao, who had been silent for a long time, finally cautiously tightened his grip on her hand, "Baby, this is all my fault, I won't be reckless again. Even if a knife were to my neck, I wouldn't touch you, not until our son is safely born!"
"Hehe, how silly, who could have predicted this. It's not just us; many couples face such situations..."
Biting his lip, Xie Mingcheng's self-reproach was hard to dispel in a short time.
His large hand enveloped her soft, small hand, stroking it back and forth tirelessly, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss, his tone so soothing it hardly seemed like himself.
"Go to sleep, good girl. I will stay with you, always stay with you."
Lian Qiao smiled and, as told, closed her eyes.