Nuan Nuan looked up at Si Kong, tears brimming in her eyes. "I want to go home," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Si Kong's face softened, his eyes filled with compassion. He placed his large hand on hers, offering warmth and reassurance. "Yes, we'll do just that," he promised.
Together, they left the hospital, Si Kong clutching the list of nutrients and drugs the doctor had prescribed.
As they arrived home, Si Kong took charge, his movements gentle and caring. "Rest, I'll make something for you," he said.
In the kitchen, he expertly prepared dumplings, the aroma filling the air.
Nuan Nuan sat at the table, her head lowered, her tears falling intermittently. Si Kong placed a steaming bowl before her.
"Eat, Nuan Nuan," he coaxed, his voice gentle.
She lifted her gaze, her eyes red-rimmed. Si Kong's heart ached, but he smiled reassuringly.
As they ate, Si Kong's hands cradled hers, offering silent support.
The dumplings, once a symbol of joy, now represented comfort and solace.
Nuan Nuan couldn't shake off the unsettling reality: she was carrying that man's child.
After clearing the dishes, Si Kong glanced at her, his eyes searching. As he walked towards his room, his legs halted mid-stride.
"Nuan Nuan," he said, his voice gentle yet resolute, "let's give this child a proper home."
He opened the door and walked in, leaving Nuan Nuan alone with her thoughts.
She stared at the door, her hand instinctively cradling her tummy.
"I'll give you a good life, baby," she whispered, determination etching her face. "And I won't depend on anyone."
Her words echoed in the silence, a promise to herself and her unborn child.
Nuan Nuan's gaze faltered, uncertainty creeping in.
Could she trust Si Kong?
Would he stay by her side?
Only time would tell.