In a blink of an eye, Luo Qianxun was two months pregnant. She had done an ultrasound, which confirmed that she was carrying a single baby.
Perhaps heaven didn't want her to face the hardships of pregnancy alone, so this time, she was only blessed with one child.
Li Mingxun was still lying on the hospital bed oblivious to everything. The only consolation was that his bodily functions were slowly returning to normal.
The wound on his leg was also gradually healing. Thankfully, it didn't injure the nerves in his leg, or else it would've been troublesome.
Perhaps he would wake up soon, or perhaps he would lie on this bed for the rest of his life.
Luo Qianxun had come to terms with it and was no longer insistent.
Every day, she still diligently washed Li Mingxun's face and hands, massaged his limbs, to prevent muscle atrophy.
"Husband, you've been lying here for so long, aren't you tired?"
