The car sped fast.
The rain gradually got heavier. As bean-size raindrops pitter-pattered against the car's window panes, Mu Yancheng tightly held Meng Qingxue, who was bathed in cold perspiration at this moment.
"Pain…"
A faint moan escaped her mouth. The man was so shocked that he bent his head to look at the woman, whose eyes were half-squinting. The constant flashes of lights outside the window flickered past her face, vaguely illuminating her forehead bubbling with fine beads of sweat.
"Where does it hurt?" He looked tense at once.
"It hurts… hurts…"
The woman could feel a twinge of pain in her abdomen once she recovered her consciousness. Her hands stroked her stomach involuntarily as she felt bursts of pain coursing through her body, which almost exhausted her willpower. Her spine went as stiff as stone, which rendered her tense body immobile.
Someone seemed to be whispering her name into her ear.
