He sat in the chair with cold limbs, his mind a blank, eyes dull and lifeless.
His heart was filled with regret. Knowing that Mo Ran had signs of a threatened miscarriage, he not only failed to take good care of her but also tirelessly demanded her.
If, if something had happened to the child, he would never have forgiven himself...
Last time, the child was luckily saved, but he didn't know if they could be that fortunate again this time.
Mo Ran was in the emergency room for just an hour, but for Gu Yixuan waiting outside, it felt as long as a century.
When she was wheeled out, his body regained sensation in an instant, and he rushed over.
"Ranran, how do you feel?" grasping her hand tightly, he asked anxiously.
He was only wearing a thin shirt, as there hadn't been time to grab a coat in the rush.
The weather was cold and after sitting for an hour, his whole body was chilled. As soon as he touched her hand, Mo Ran felt that bone-chilling coldness.