After returning to the hospital room, Ye Xiaomeng slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and blinked, trying to remember where she was and what had happened.
She hurriedly touched her belly with her hand, then gazed at the ceiling of the hospital room, silent. Tears involuntarily welled up and trickled down from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing that she was awake, Father Ye and Mother Ye excitedly called out, "Mengmeng, how are you feeling?"
Looking at her parents, who suddenly seemed to have aged ten years, Ye Xiaomeng's heart ached.
She called out to them, her voice hoarse.
"I'm fine, sorry for worrying you." Ye Xiaomeng touched her belly again, her expression dimming. She knew she had lost the baby.
The feeling of being separated from her own flesh and blood caused immense pain to Ye Xiaomeng. He hadn't even had a chance to take a good look at this world before turned into a pool of blood.
