As the days went by, Lan Ruoxi felt her condition strangely becoming better and better. Every night, she would lay in Hong Weiguo's arms and mutter, "Why am I bleeding so little now? Why am I feeling more and more energetic? Is it that I have recovered from the illness! Why don't we go to the hospital to check again?"
However, her words were met with Hong Weiguo's objection. "That's not a good idea, doing such checks wouldn't be good for the child!" Upon hearing this, Lan Ruoxi discarded the notion of going to the hospital for a check. However, she didn't know that every time Hong Weiguo said this, his heart was like being cut by a knife.
Under Hong Weiguo's notion of living such days as long as he could, the time finally came to her eighth month in pregnancy.
By now, it was time to go for a checkup again. However, when the doctor brought back the result of the checkup, to Hong Weiguo's surprise, he realized that both Lan Ruoxi and the baby were fine!
