Gu Qian knelt on the bed, her hands tightly gripping his arms, "Big Brother, I beg you, I don't want to, it's only the third day, I can still take medicine, please let me take it."
Why had she forgotten such an important thing?
Mo Beichen felt an intense ache spreading through his heart—did she detest having his child that much? Watching her sobbing and pleading incoherently, the hand that had been hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist.
He couldn't refuse her.
"Qianqian, you can take the medicine, but I have a condition," he said.
Gu Qian looked up at him, tears suddenly cascading down, "What, what condition?"
Mo Beichen raised his hand and slowly wiped the tears off her face, his voice gentle, yet to Gu Qian, it was like pushing her into an abyss, "Agree to marry me, and I'll have someone bring the medicine right away."
Gu Qian's pupils shrank, and she suddenly collapsed onto the hospital bed, her whole body trembling.
