In the afternoon, An Ziqi didn't notice, hoping to keep it secret a little longer.
The wound that hadn't healed originally had split open again.
Xiao Yining looked at the blood-soaked wound and pursed her lips, "I know."
"If you don't want to follow this path, I'll find a way."
Xiao Moli said, having been away for only ten days, An Ziqi had already lost weight from worrying.
He himself was fine since Xiao Chen was there to take on most of the pressure.
But he couldn't bear to have An Ziqi give birth again in the future; if Xiao Yining were to follow this path, it would be tougher for her, with more dangers to face.
By then, who knows how worried An Ziqi would be.
"Someone has to take on the responsibility, I'm ready." Xiao Yining said firmly.
Xiao Moli looked up at him, "No matter what happens in the future, take care of yourself, and don't make your mommy worry."
"Got it, daddy." Xiao Yining replied.
