Her eyes were filled with a compelling brightness. She was determined to protect her child at all costs.
"This doesn't just depend on me, but more on you. You must get better, you can't exhaust yourself any further, and you certainly can't have any major mood swings. If not, you'll truly miscarry. You must have someone to take good care of you."
Ye Lu finally relented, gritted her teeth and called the sanatorium.
In the afternoon, Yan Yu rushed over.
Seeing her daughter's pale face and listless spirit, her heart ached. She hugged her daughter lying on the hospital bed and said, "What on earth happened? How did you end up in the hospital?"
"Mom…" The sight of her truly concerned relative made Ye Lu tear up. She nestled her aggrieved heart on Yan Yu's chest, finding a sliver of warmth there.
