Until that evening, when she woke up again, her body regained some sensation.
Jing Hao carefully helped her lean against the headboard and covered her with a blanket. Qiao Mo slowly removed the breathing machine, her eyes swollen and speechless, like a lifeless rag doll.
"Xiao Mo, your body is yours. You're weak right now, please eat something," Jing Hao spoke softly.
Qiao Mo remained motionless, her gaze vacant and unfocused, only a small hand with scratch marks resting under the blanket, clinging to her stomach. It seemed hard for her to believe, even now, that the child... was really gone.
Worried about Qiao Mo's condition, Qiao Xuan, Jing Hao, and Xie Qinghuan decided to take turns staying overnight. After all, judging by Qiao Mo's state, she'd need to stay in the hospital for a while to recover.
Meanwhile, Xu Wan and Louis took charge of the meals, trying their best to nurse Qiao Mo back to health.
