Dan Tingye lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the operating room.
In the VIP ward, Meimei stayed tucked in his embrace, trying hard to calm her emotions, and every time she wanted to speak, Dan Tingye would cover her mouth.
"Don't think about anything, I'm here, get some good sleep." Dan Tingye placed both hands across her waist, intertwining over her belly, letting Meimei comfortably lean on him.
Meimei had been restless all night, her energy long drained. Hearing Dan Tingye's words, she rested her little head against his chest, inhaling the reassuring scent from him, she quickly fell asleep.
In her dreams, she kept murmuring, like the oldest film strip, intermittently conveying her inner fears and struggles.
Dan Tingye stayed by her side, listening to her soft whispers, his chest felt like being pricked by needles.
All the questions he couldn't understand, at this moment received the best answer.
