Zhuo Junyue returned to the hospital room, Ningyan still hadn't woken up, and looking at her sleeping face, he couldn't help but feel heartache.
If she hadn't married him, she wouldn't have to suffer so much even without having to give birth.
When she was pregnant with An An, she was alone abroad.
If, during this pregnancy, she had already suffered a lot. Now, even the birth of the child was eyed covetously by so many villains.
Zhuo Junyue couldn't help but hold her hand, feeling an inexplicable sense of fear rising in his heart.
Having the most cherished person in his heart, one can't help but feel afraid.
Afraid that she would endure hardship following him, afraid that she might encounter the slightest mishap.
Su Ningyan woke up, and seeing Zhuo Junyue holding her hand, her eyes conveyed an indescribable tension.
She knew he was worried about her.
"Husband..."
"Wife, you're awake? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, husband, you don't need to worry too much, it's all fate."
