Sometimes, Ye Tianxin was in so much pain that she would toss and turn on the bed. Because of the babies in Ye Tianxin's stomach, Ye Linlang couldn't give Ye Tianxin any of the painkillers she had. Thus, Ye Tianxin had to endure all of the pain with nothing but her willpower.
"Tianxin."
A thick mist started to form in Li Qingcang's eyes.
Ye Tianxin's hand grabbed Li Qingcang's hand tightly, allowing their fingers to intertwine. A thin layer of sweat formed on Ye Tianxin's forehead, causing the ink-black hair on Ye Tianxin's forehead to get wet.
The dark color of her hair contrasted greatly against the paleness of her skin.
"Brother Li, I'm not in pain."
She didn't want Li Qingcang to be worried. Ye Tianxin forced herself to grit her teeth and smile sweetly, "I'm not in pain, I swear."
Unfortunately, she didn't convince Li Qingcang at all.
