Fortunately, An Yue did not fall into a coma for long. About half an hour after she had been pushed into the ward, she regained consciousness.
An Yue's first reaction was to check her belly. The moment she reached out for her belly, the other hand was held by another person.
At the same time, a comforting voice rose in her ears, "The child is fine."
It was only then that An Yue realized Han Yichen had been sitting next to her bed. His deep eyes were staring into hers without blinking even once.
An Yue breathed a sigh of relief before she laid back on the bed and looked at the snow-white ceiling inside the ward.
Silence spread in the atmosphere inside the ward. Unbeknownst to two of them, one of them took the initiative to speak, or perhaps the two of them tacitly spoke at the same time.
"I'm sorry." Their voices rose in unison inside the ward. Both of them were stunned. The next thing they knew, they tacitly burst into laughter.
