Bloodstains spread out beneath the hem of her dress, forming vaguely shaped clots.
Based on these clots, Yin Wanwan couldn't have been more than three months pregnant. Ran Yan looked at her pale face and let out a light sigh, without slowing the pace of administering aid.
Yin Wanwan, seeing the blood clots on the ground, screamed and clutched Ran Yan's hand, "Yan, I'm so scared, I'm so terrified."
Ran Yan cradled her head in her arms and gently soothed her. Her voice was calm and collected, not particularly gentle, yet it held a power that could stabilize one's heart, "Wanwan, don't be afraid. I'll be with you, and after you've had time to recover, things will be as before. Trust me."
For a daughter of the Yin Family, losing her chastity, how could she ever return to how things were before! As Ran Yan spoke these words, she dared not look directly into her eyes, fearful that her gaze wouldn't seem sincere enough.
