Mi Yao had no strength to move around; she felt sore and achy all over, utterly weak and unable to muster any effort.
Fanno helped her sit up, then propped a pillow behind her for support.
She leaned weakly against the headboard, her pale face looking at Fanno, "Young Master Fan Nuo, why is it you? Have you been... here the whole time?"
"Yes, you're not well, I need to look after you. I've made some medicine for you; you need to drink it in a bit."
Mi Yao quickly remembered the child in her belly; she looked at her flat tummy with anxiety, "Young Master Fan Nuo, my child..."
"Don't worry, the child is fine."
A huge weight lifted from Mi Yao's heart in an instant. Last night, she had bled so much, and even fainted; she was really afraid she couldn't keep the child.
If the child was okay, what about Huai Fu Yueming?
Mi Yao reached to lift the covers and got out of bed.
"Mi Yao, where are you going?" Fanno quickly stopped her.
