Shi Jiayin, disregarding her own frail body, struggled to get out of bed, insisting on seeing the child, her pale face filled with anxiety and concern.
Since her debut, she had always been seen by the public as intellectual and elegant, gentle and serene, always remaining calm no matter the situation, as if she could keep smiling even if the sky were falling.
It was the first time anyone had seen her so unsettled, and the first time they had seen her so anxious that she even neglected her own image.
But she was still pressed back into bed by the nurse, because it was not suitable for her to get out of bed, as it could easily strain the wound on her back and cause inflammation.
Cheng Sisi also promptly informed her of the child's situation, to put her mind at ease.
Shi Jiayin moved her dry lips, gripping Cheng Sisi's hands tightly, her anxiety showing as she repeatedly confirmed, "Really? Lele is truly alright?"
"Really, it's just a bit of a scare."
"That's good...".
