It was so uncomfortable, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
She worried that Yun Shangyuan would not wake up, worried that Hei Luan would occupy the baby's body, worried that something bad might happen to herself after being reborn three times...
Each worry exhausted her heart and spirit, let alone having three worries at once.
Fortunately, her endurance was relatively strong; otherwise, she would have been completely crushed this past month.
Usually, she never showed her vulnerability, but at this moment, she really wanted to cry.
To cry out all her worries and grievances.
Clinging tightly to Yun Shangyuan, Feng Yueya cried silently.
Large tears fell on his chest, quickly soaking his clothes.
Her fragile body trembled lightly in his arms, unintentionally conveying her sadness through her movements.
In a place Feng Yueya couldn't see, Yun Shangyuan's fingers moved slightly.
Just a small movement, then nothing...
