However, he was unable to bear the pain for her.
All he could do was see her suffer alone.
The doctor left the room and the room was thrown into silence. Teary-eyed, Mama Lim covered Lin Shiyu with the blanket. She whispered to Fu Qinglun, "Qinglun, I'm going home to brew some hot soup for her, I'll leave you to accompany her for a little while. "
"Alright." Fu Qinglun nodded in acknowledgement.
…
Now that everyone had gone again, Fu Qinglun sat by the bedside. Lin Shiyu slept restlessly as she covered her stomach with her hands. She kept muttering, "Pain… Mom, it hurts…"
Fu Qinglun held her cold hands, his fingers interlocked with her pinky. Sorry baby, sorry my dear wife…
He leaned over, his thin lips moving towards her glistening forehead ready to kiss.
However, at this moment, Lin Shiyu's eyes twitched and she gradually opened her eyes.
His kiss stopped mid-air.
"You're awake?"
