"But, Yanli, your body has already started to deteriorate, and the speed is unpredictable. With only a month left, I'm afraid the condition will become increasingly uncontrollable!"
Lin Runjie reached out to hold Tan Yanli's shoulder, his eyes filled with hidden heartache, "The baby is six months old now, and Dr. Chen said they might not survive. What if they do survive?"
A month is so long, not just three or five days, and the potential changes are too overwhelming, leaving him feeling unable to bear it. He doesn't want to wait any longer.
"Runjie, if the children don't survive, then what have these months of persistence been for? They already have heartbeats and fetal movements—they are three living beings! If we lose them and save me, how would I face the endless life ahead of me?"
Tan Yanli reached out to caress her belly; the fetuses seem to sense her nervousness and start moving uneasily.
