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Li Shengxiao crushed the cigarette butt between his fingers and hurried to the bedside. “Awake?”
Rong Yan’s forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat, and her face was pale as if she were dreaming.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it, I’ve never done such a thing, I didn’t push grandma…”
She seemed to be trapped in that dream, drenched in sweat and in extreme pain. “Mom, I really didn’t do it, believe me.”
“I didn’t… The baby in my stomach is… is…”
Probably tormented by the nightmare, Rong Yan, clutching her stomach, let tears fall down her cheeks in her dream, “No, I can’t! I can’t get rid of the baby, I’ll go abroad, I promise to go abroad!”
Listening to her mumbling in her dream and piecing it together with the information he had gathered about Rong Yan, Li Shengxiao could guess what she might have been dreaming about.
So back then, the Rong family wanted her to abort Duidui… and she preferred to be driven out of home in order to protect the child?
“Mmm… it hurts… so much pain…” The person on the hospital bed suddenly cried out, pressing hard on her stomach and her body attempting to curl up.
But her shoulders had just been bandaged up, and any movement would stretch the freshly cleaned incision from the glass shrapnel, causing even more pain than in her stomach.
“Hiss!” The person having the nightmare let out a sharp intake of breath, her melon-seed-shaped face growing even paler.
“Damn it!” Li Shengxiao quickly pulled away her hand and, with a gentle touch, rubbed the bruised area on her stomach.
“Feeling any better?”
With her eyes tightly closed, Rong Yan did not answer him, but her struggles lessened a bit, and she did not look as pained as before.
As her frown softened, the fury that had risen in Li Shengxiao’s eyes gradually subsided again.
The person asleep seemed to be comforted by his massage, as her head slowly leaned toward his arm, as if seeking warmth amidst the nightmare.
Li Shengxiao’s arm received a gentle nudge as the girl’s soft cheek rubbed against it. Her hair lightly brushed and wound around his wrist, creating an itching sensation like an electric shock. In that instant, his heart inexplicably softened, and he finally understood why hardened steel would willingly become tender around the finger.
“Cough.” The girl, who had just quieted down for a moment, next locked her brow in a struggle and made a slight movement with her pale, nearly transparent lips. “Water…”
Her voice was hoarse as if it had been torn apart by the wind, so small and fragmented that one could barely hear what she was saying without listening carefully.
Li Shengxiao leaned down, his handsome face close to hers. “What do you want, Rong Yan?”
This time, Li Shengxiao heard her clearly. He immediately strode over to the side, poured a glass of water, checked the temperature — finding it just right — and came back to the bed. He propped up the pillows, carefully helped her sit up from the bed, and clumsily but attentively fed her the water.
As the rim of the cup touched Rong Yan’s lips, she immediately began to drink avidly.
She choked on the water from drinking too fast, causing a hacking cough that irritated her stomach, and an acrid taste of iron rushed up her throat. Rong Yan forced herself to swallow the bloody taste, her face crumpling into the shape of a baby.
Who had fed her so hastily that it all poured down her neck?
The water seeped into her clothes, sending a shiver through Rong Yan’s body and sobering her up a bit. Her eyelashes trembled lightly like feathers, and her eyes finally opened.
When she first opened them, the light was uncomfortable.
She immediately closed her eyes again.
Then slowly, she tried to open them once more.
This time it wasn’t as uncomfortable as the first, and through the blurred vision, she saw an enlarged handsome face right in front of her — chiseled, noble, and exuding a distinguished aura!