Xia Bohe clutched at her abdomen. Her bangs were drenched in cold sweat whereas a few droplets of sweat beaded the tall tip of her nose.
As she bit at her small lips, which were free of lip tint, they turned into shades of red color.
Her small face was as pale as paper. Her doe-like eyes were also almost overwhelmed with pain and suffering.
She bent over in pain, the large hospital gown draped loosely and flowy on her. It was one size larger than her original size, thus it further accentuated the petiteness of her body frame.
The ridiculous green hat on her head had fallen away, her long black hair scattering about her like seaweed. Her hair reached the middle of her waist, vaguely highlighting her soft, beautiful curves.
Luo Tianlin was met with this vision upon lowering his eyes.
He furrowed his brows immediately.
