Her voice carried a cry.
"Huanyan, what's wrong?" Mu Huan thought Song Huanyan was feeling unwell, "Is it somewhere uncomfortable?"
Song Huanyan's eyes reddened as she shook her head.
Yun Jianchen thought for a moment and knew what Song Huanyan was thinking. Watching her hand gently touching her abdomen, he covered her small hand with his large one… and found Song Huanyan's hand was ice-cold.
"Don't worry," Yun Jianchen said, looking at Song Huanyan, "the child… is fine. He's doing well inside."
"…," Song Huanyan widened her eyes in surprise, looking at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen nodded at Song Huanyan.
The surprise in Song Huanyan's eyes slowly turned to joy, her hand resting on her abdomen… she could almost feel the child's heartbeat.
Her child… was still there.
Still there.
Thank goodness, she hadn't lost him.
Thank goodness…
