Su Chaoyang watched her movements, his pupils shrinking violently, feeling a mix of emotions.
The pain of losing their child, the joy of Wanwan waking up, pulled at his heartstrings, making it hard to tell whether he felt more joy or sorrow.
After all, Mu Xiangwan was physically weak and had cried heartbrokenly after talking so much, and soon fell asleep again after lying down.
Su Chaoyang sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her for a long time before gently and tenderly wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks and eyes, his thumb softly caressing her cheek, reluctant to leave.
Wanwan's words stirred unprecedented turmoil in his heart.
Before, he was just heartbroken over the miscarriage, but now, after hearing Wanwan's words, he realized that this child had also inadvertently saved his mother once.
Such a sensible child.
