Drifting Towards You

Ms. Lu asked for the details, and the doctor ordered a lot of them, big and small.

Su Xiangwan was pushed into the ward, and Mu Beiting had been sitting on the side of the bed, clutching her hand tightly.

I'm afraid she will disappear in a blink of an eye.

When Su Xiangwan woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Eyelashes trembled lightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The sight of white flowers all around made her frown.

But soon, she realized that she was in the hospital.

"Child...my child..."

She stroked her belly subconsciously.

Mu Beiting gently grabbed her hand and said in a low voice: "The child is still there."

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and met his scarlet eyes.

His eyes were full of upset, guilt, and regret.

Su Xiangwan recovered, took his hand out of his hand, turned his head to the side facing him, and lowered his eyes lightly.

His eyes were sore, a string of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

She has always been anxious about being a mother.

She has too much panic and anxiety, but also too much confusion and helplessness.

But at that moment, I watched the blood flow from the legs a little bit.

She could even clearly feel that little life was pulling away from her body.

She knew, even if it was just her illusion.

But the panic and anxiety at that moment were real.

She has never been so scared.

She was so afraid that she would lose him before she could even become a mother.

Mu Beiting's throat was dry, and she gently grabbed one of her hands, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry."

Su Xiangwan didn't turn his head and didn't want to say a word.

She still took her hand out of his.

He didn't dare to use force, his eyes were slightly sour.

"Are you thirsty? I'll pour you water." He tried to say something more.

But in this cold hospital and reality, everything seems so pale and weak.

After he helped her up, he poured a glass of warm water for her.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, did not answer or look at him.

The room was too quiet, and not long after, the door was pushed open.

When Ms. Lu waited for someone to return, there was a lot of excitement in the room.

Lu Zhixuan glanced at her pale-faced son sitting on the side of the bed, and did not say much, but asked Su Xiangwan with concern: "How is it? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Su Xiangwan squeezed a smile on her pale little face, "No, I worry about it."

"Isn't breakfast yet? Hungry? Mom just asked the servant to make some porridge." Lu Zhixuan said, she put the insulated bucket that she had taken out from unknown place on the bedside table.

Su Xiangwan was about to shake her head, but Ms. Lu was already busy herself.

Immediately, the porridge bowl and spoon were stuffed by her to Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting and Su Xiangwan looked at each other.

She looked away and said nothing.

He sat on the bed and carefully tested the temperature of the porridge, then scooped it up with a spoon and brought it to her lips.

Su Xiangwan watched the porridge in the spoon did not move.

He has a low voice and whispered, "Eat a little, it will make your stomach uncomfortable if you don't eat."

"Yes, you need to eat more or less. Now you are a double body, you have to eat more." Ms. Lu said from the side.

"Late night, for the sake of my little nephew, why do you want to eat some too." Mu Chenzhou opened his mouth to help.

Li Xiaoxiao sat beside her and nodded.

Gently grabbed her hand, and said, "You scared me to death. It's not easy to be a mother."

Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him, Su Xiangwan stretched out his hand, intending to take the porridge bowl in his hand.

Mu Beiting did not let go and insisted on feeding her.

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes and did not refuse.