Nan Wan had a terrifying dream, she thought she would die in that dream.
When she opened her eyes, everything wasn't unfamiliar, because almost all hospital rooms look like this, with white walls, the strong smell of disinfectant, and the sound of instruments monitoring vital signs.
And, Mr. Mu who walked past the bed, giving her just a glance.
All these told her that she was still alive.
She had no extra strength in her body, her hand slowly groped towards her now flat abdomen under the blanket, the pain she felt before fainting seemed to have not disappeared, or perhaps... it actually didn't hurt anymore, this was just her subconscious mind at work.
Her lips moved slightly, her voice very low, "The child..."
If it weren't for the fact that there was almost only the thickness of a paper between Mu Jin Huan and her, he might not have heard those two words she uttered.
