Ji Wei's eyes grew moist once more.
Seeing Mo Qian returning with shopping bags, she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled at him as if nothing was wrong.
"Even if you don't have an appetite, you should eat something first to settle your stomach, okay?"
Mo Qian handed her the bread and milk he had bought, speaking to her gently.
The milk was heated, warm and pleasant, and the bread had a faint wheat aroma. Although Ji Wei still didn't want to eat, the thought of the fragile fetus inside her made her push herself to swallow the food.
The soft bread didn't seem so hard to eat after all.
She slowly finished the bread and milk, her empty stomach now full, her mood seemed to improve a bit.
The doctor only said the chances were high, but it's not absolute, right?
Perhaps, as time passes day by day, the fetus inside might grow well.
No matter what, she would never easily give up on her child!
Mo Qian waited for her to finish eating before starting the car.
