From the moment the car accident happened to when she was picked up, it was just a matter of minutes.
Yet, because she reacted slowly, time seemed to have frozen for her.
The rain had soaked He Yingdong's short hair, and he looked down at her, with deep anxiety in his dark eyes.
He pressed his face against hers, and she could feel his scorching tears continuously falling on her face.
"It's my fault, I'm sorry! Qiqi, stay conscious, look at me! I'll never leave you again!"
His low voice repeated over and over.
She felt a warmth in her heart.
It turned out he had always been by her side.
In places she couldn't see, he had been silently guarding over her.
"The child, the child..."
She exerted great effort to say those two words.
But what fell upon his ears was so weak and faint, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any moment.
"I heard you, you said, son, it's our son, right?"
She tried hard to squeeze out a slight smile.
