Yan Xixi kept her head down, gently touching her belly, her face deathly pale.
This was her first hospitalization since childhood. She lay in bed, staring at the stark white hospital room, her heart in turmoil. Over and over again, she picked up the ultrasound report, her eyes strained. No fetal heartbeat. Did that mean the child was already dead?
This thought terrified her, and her body began to tremble.
Wan Donglin came in carrying something. In the light, he saw her shivering uncontrollably, her face as pale as a corpse. He was startled and quickly came forward to grab her hand. "Xixi, what's wrong?"
She stammered, "Do you think... our child is already dead?"
Wan Donglin's face also turned pale, but he softly rebuked her, "Don't talk nonsense. Didn't the doctor say? We'll get the test results after a week in the hospital. There's still hope."
