The doctor told her that the blood clot in her brain had dissipated, but she still couldn't see.
At this moment, she should be grateful that she still couldn't see, otherwise how could she resist the urge to look at him.
"What's wrong?" Mu WuXie asked, holding the child and hesitating with his hand mid-air, ready to hand the child over.
She agreed to give birth to the child, he had thought she had changed her mind, so why was her attitude toward the child still so rejecting and indifferent?
"I'm a bit tired," she said, turning aside, dismissive.
"Alright, you rest well. It's not safe here anymore. I'll move you and the child to another place after a while."
After she decided to keep the child, he had taken her to the United States.
He had thought that after some time, it would be safer, but since the whole incident started until the child was born, and more than half a year passed, they were still desperately searching for her on the outside.
