Yan Xixi didn't utter a word and went to bed early. After tossing and turning for a good while, she finally fell into a drowsy sleep, only to be suddenly jolted awake.
Wan Donglin had been dozing off by the side. The piercing scream startled him, and he quickly got up. Upon seeing her, his face turned pale.
Yan Xixi was sheet-white, clutching her stomach tightly and shivering against the wall.
"Xixi, what's wrong?"
Following her gaze, he noticed a faint trace of blood seeping into her white hospital pants. She bit down hard on her lip, and tears tumbled down her cheeks.
He gasped and held her firmly. "Help! We need help..."
Cradled in his arms, her quivering intensified. Blood clots were already emerging. There was no turning back now.
She even thought she might die too. The blood felt searingly hot between her legs, like life slowly ebbing away.
"Xixi, don't be scared, don't be scared... It will be all right... It really will be all right..."
