What else could Zhuo Ya do?
Xiao Wan looked at the bitter expression on Zhuo Ya's face, and all the words she had wanted to persuade Zhuo Ya with turned into sighs as they reached her lips.
"I… know."
Xiao Wan lowered her eyelids, her face showing her depression.
"But have you thought about Gu Jin's condition?"
"I know what his condition is, as long as… Gu Yanting is alive, I'm willing to do anything."
Being alive meant there was still hope. Dead, there would be nothing left.
Half an hour later, Gu Jin arrived at Zhuo Ya's hospital room.
Looking at Zhuo Ya sitting on the bed, her complexion pale, Gu Jin's lips curled slightly.
"The child is quite tenacious."
"I originally thought that in the face of Gu Yanting's situation, the child in your womb might immediately miscarry. I didn't expect this child could hold out until now."
The tone in which Gu Jin spoke with was annoying, making Zhuo Ya quite uncomfortable.
