Qin Chuan held Xiao Mengyi tightly, watching the woman cry her heart out, his own heart felt as if it were being shredded by knives.
He didn't know how long it had been before Xiao Mengyi eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Looking at the delicate face with tear streaks, Qin Chuan said tenderly, "Don't worry, I will avenge our child!"
After that, he tightly gripped Xiao Mengyi's hand, channeling a gentle stream of spiritual energy into her body.
"Xiao Chuan!"
When Qin Chuan stepped out of the sick room, both Luo Changsheng and Sun Xiuyun looked at him with concern.
Sun Xiuyun, with reddened eyes, grabbed Qin Chuan's hand and said, "Xiao Chuan, don't be too heartbroken, you're both still young, and there will be more opportunities to have children in the future."
Luo Changsheng's eyes were red too, with tears brimming in his eyes. Though he didn't speak, his gaze towards Qin Chuan was filled with worry and compassion.
