Mo Chuxi listened to Yan Xinxin's soft murmurs, noticing her dazed expression, his sharp brows furrowed slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, are you awake?"
"Mm..."
Yan Xinxin nodded gently, her dreamy, watery eyes gradually clearing.
"Mo Chuxi, I dreamed of you."
"You dreamed of me?"
"Mm, I dreamed of what you looked like when you were a child."
Mo Chuxi chuckled softly upon hearing this.
"Do you even know what I looked like as a child?"
"I think so... I've seen photos of you when you were little."
Yan Xinxin said as she slowly sat up, raising a hand to touch her belly.
Her emotions appeared utterly calm, without a trace of panic or fear, which made Mo Chuxi feel somewhat unsettled.
"Yan Xinxin, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Yan Xinxin shook her head calmly.
"With you, Young Master Mo, by my side, what could possibly happen? If something were wrong, I'd be lying in a hospital bed, not yours."
