Jiang Qimeng rushed forward, her heart aching as she held onto the side of the bed looking at her daughter. "How do you feel? Does it hurt?"
"The child… how's the child?" Song Enya asked in a trembling voice. "Is the child okay?"
As she spoke, she raised her heavy hand to touch her belly, only to find that it was flat. Her tears fell uncontrollably.
When Meng Qingxue heard this, she looked stunned for a moment. And when she sensed the man next to her suddenly stiffening his posture, her heart sank immediately.
…
In the ward.
Song Enya had been given a sedative and fallen asleep.
Mu Yanchen sat outside the door while Meng Qingxue sat beside him, not leaving his side.
He had wanted to send her home initially, but Meng Qingxue insisted on being with him and refused to go anywhere else.
Mu Yanchen had no choice but to let her be.
