Ren'ai Hospital.
ICU intensive care unit.
Mo Chuxi stood tall and regal before the glass window, his gentle and loving gaze never leaving the small woman lying on a certain bed.
Mo Chuxi rotated the ring on his ring finger, his eyes fixed on Yan Xinxin.
"Xinxin, do you know? You've given birth to two sons for me again, two sons, so that in the future, they can protect our little princess together with Xi. Aren't you happy?"
"The elder one is very healthy, and although the younger one has a hereditary heart condition like yours, don't worry, his situation has stabilized now, and he's in the incubator."
"Sweetheart, when you wake up, we will name the sons together. I promise I'll be serious and won't pick ink-related names like Mo Shui or Mo Zhi."
Mo Chuxi looked at the sleeping Yan Xinxin and whispered to her through the glass.
He believed that their deep bond, the emotions tied for so many years, she could sense what he was saying.
She wouldn't leave him...
Definitely.
