Xiaofeng listened to Yecheng's words and suddenly felt a bit of sorrow.
Yes, the cold poison in Yecheng's body had not been cleared, and it was still uncertain whether it could be. Yet, to expel the poison, they had to first have a baby, and obtain the baby's umbilical cord blood.
Xiaofeng suddenly grasped his hand, "Yecheng, don't be too pessimistic, we will definitely be able to have a child between us."
"You don't have to comfort me, to me, whether we can have a child is no longer important. In my heart, the boy and girl twins are already my own, and I will treat them as my own."
With his body in such a state, any children he might have would not necessarily be healthy. It might be just as well not to have any, so there would be no worry about whether the children were healthy.
"Everything will get better." Xiaofeng didn't know how to comfort Yecheng, at this moment, all she wished for was to rid Yecheng of the cold poison as soon as possible.
