The hall was extremely quiet, with only the faint crackling sound of a nearly burnt-out candle.
Is this heaven?
Or did I not die?
Given such hardship, how could I possibly have?
As he was thinking this, Wei Shu suddenly lifted his head, gripping her hand more tightly, his tone frantic: "Don't go, Luoluo, don't leave me alone!"
Su Luo's heart tightened sharply.
She clasped Wei Shu's hand in return, gently patting, tenderly saying, "I won't go, I won't leave, I will always be with you!"
Perhaps sensing her voice, the man's bewildered eyes gradually cleared.
His long lashes quivered.
Then quivered again.
His voice filled with disbelief: "Luoluo, you're really awake, am I not dreaming?"
Traditionally, improper fetal position meant that even if the child could be born, the mother absolutely could not be saved.
More often than not, it resulted in two deaths.
Wei Shu had witnessed Dr. Zeus make such a large incision on Su Luo's body, then remove the child and sew the wound.
