Gu Mochen quietly accompanied Jian Ran by her side... quietly holding the woman's small hand, his gaze deeply fixed on the woman in front of him, within his dark eyes he could only see her.
...
Jian Ran slowly woke up at 9 o'clock in the evening, opening her drowsy beautiful eyes, the pungent smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils, Jian Ran's eyes widened in alarm... then her complexion changed, and she tremblingly tried to sit up, but Gu Mochen pressed down on her shoulders.
"Don't move around, you are on a drip."
"How is the child? Is everything alright?"
Jian Ran had a pale complexion, and her long, curled eyelashes were still covered with teardrops, looking extremely pitiful.
Gu Mochen: "..."
Jian Ran... knew about the existence of the child.
Gu Mochen had previously been considering whether or not to tell Jian Ran.
Now it seems... Jian Ran had known about the child's existence early on and had deliberately concealed it.
