Zhan Nanjue's eyes seemed to glisten.
Knowing she was infected with the virus, he didn't cry.
Knowing she might leave this world soon, he didn't cry.
Knowing she was pregnant, and the child might not survive, he didn't cry.
But knowing she was pregnant, and her body would produce antibodies, the virus would slowly disappear, she would gradually get better, and the child would be fine… he finally couldn't help but cry.
Suddenly, he pulled the stunned Gong Shirao into his arms.
"Shirao."
He called her name.
"Shirao."
His throat choked.
"Shirao."
A tear slipped from his eye, followed by a torrent of tears flowing out.
"Shirao, am I dreaming? You'll be fine, and the baby will be fine...!"
He truly didn't expect that there would be antibodies for the virus in his body.
He didn't expect that their child could save her life...
If they had known earlier…
They wouldn't have wasted so much time being sad and hurt.
Fortunately, everything wasn't too late.
