It was this strong belief that supported her up to now.
However, even so, every morning when she woke up, her cheeks were always wet.
She believed he was still alive, but that didn't mean she could suppress the longing that stretched from the depths of her heart.
And... the worry that his situation might be extremely dangerous.
So, she could only try not to think about it as much as possible, letting Xiaobao and the child in her belly occupy all her attention, yet she couldn't control him appearing in her dreams.
Zhixi slightly lowered her head, placing her hands on her lower abdomen, her expression bittersweet.
...
In the evening, at the dining table.
Liu Minjun was chatting and laughing as usual, enlivening the atmosphere, recommending all sorts of delicious food to Zhixi and reminding Xiaobao to eat more.
He Yirong would also smile and ask how her condition was today.
