Ye Che stared blankly, not understanding what was going on as he looked at Xia Weiyi's belly, then at Xia Weiyi herself like an idiot.
Xia Weiyi couldn't help but laugh, her eyes brimming with tenderness, "Ye Che, do you feel it? The baby is moving. She's kicking me."
Listening to Xia Weiyi's words, Ye Che genuinely felt as though a mischievous little foot was thumping against her rounded belly, barely perceptible, yet striking so deeply at his own heart.
Ye Che couldn't quite describe the emotions flooding his heart, the baby's miraculous recovery had already been surprise enough, and now to really feel this little rascal playing inside the belly of the woman he loved most, every cell in his body was overwhelmed with unparalleled emotion.
But after Xia Weiyi's laughter, she frowned, gently rubbing her belly, and said, "You little troublemaker, don't be noisy, mommy needs to sleep now, you're not allowed to kick me anymore."
