Perhaps, because of the sudden throbbing, her stomach also contracted. Only then did Ye Zhizhi realize that it was Rong Zhan, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Rong Zhan moved closer and asked, "Is your stomach starting to hurt again?"
"Yes, a little." Ye Zhizhi was in so much pain that she rolled over and lay on the pile of grass. Her forehead was oozing with a fine sweat.
Rong Zhan hurriedly reached out to rub her belly. "I wish that I could bear your pain for you."
This simple sentence contained both heartache and love. Rong Zhan's big hand was placed on her belly. Although it was still hurting faintly, she felt much better, not knowing if it was because of psychological effects. Even though she did not have any strength left in her body, her breathing gradually became steady.
