His jaw sported a hint of blue stubble, and there were a few bloodshot strands in his eyes. He sat in the chair maintaining a rigid posture as if he had not moved the whole time.
Seeing her wake up, he leaned over close to her and gently stroked her head, his voice tender as he asked, "How do you feel? Does your stomach still hurt?"
Lin Xinlan immediately touched her stomach, her complexion turning a shade paler, "What about the baby?"
"Don't worry, it's still there. My, Rong Shaoze's, child wouldn't be that fragile." The man's handsome, thin lips curved upward, a glint of brightness in his eyes.
Lin Xinlan breathed a sigh of relief, the weight in her heart lifted.
After this ordeal, she had decided to keep the child and not to abort it.
Like Xiaocong, it was her child too. She had already been cruel to Xiaocong once; she couldn't bear to be cruel to this child as well.
The only problem was how to separate from Rong Shaoze once the child was born.
