Qin Yiren's long eyelashes trembled, and her facade of calm finally broke apart; the mask named composure shattered in the blink of an eye, and she looked at the handsome man beside her with slightly reddened eyes.
Feeling helpless, she lightly pursed her lips. She had never doubted Chu Xinian's seriousness and sincerity; she just couldn't naturally accept the sacrifices Chu Xinian was making.
The only reason he spoke these words was because he loved her.
And the reason she couldn't openly accept was precisely the same.
Leaning closer into the man's embrace, Qin Yiren rested her cheek against his shoulder, her voice slightly hoarse as she murmured, "Chu Xinian, I will recover properly and have another baby when the time is right. There will be no danger."
Chu Xinian habitually held her, speaking helplessly, "The doctor said... I know your feelings, but I can't take the risk of losing you, even if it's just one percent."
