Lin Xinlan understood his meaning. She reached out and hugged him, whispering, "It's okay now, both the child and I are fine."
Rong Shaoze still held her, refusing to let go.
He had watched over her for an entire day and night as she suffered from a high fever without regaining consciousness.
Tao Hua had said that she had a heart condition, which was why her body couldn't recover.
But with her continuous high fever, the child in her womb would definitely be lost, and her body would suffer serious damage—it was even possible that there would be complications.
Tao Hua's words had frightened Rong Shaoze.
He didn't dare to close his eyes, only watching her and talking incessantly by her ear, hoping she would escape from her nightmares and wake up soon.
Fortunately, she heard his voice, fortunately, she woke up.
Otherwise, he didn't know what the consequences would be.
"Xinlan..." Rong Shaoze released her, his gaze intense, he grasped her hand firmly and said gravely.
