Song Youman was amused by Xia Wan’an, which significantly lightened her displeasure.
Outside, those people didn’t know what Xia Wan’an and Song Youman were discussing; they continued to spout nonsense loudly.
"By the way, when’s that woman arriving? When exactly is she going to act on that pregnant woman inside?"
"Is an intervention even necessary? When I brought her here, her water had already broken. If no one delivers the baby anyti soon, who knows, the child might suffocate in the womb before it even cos out."
"It would be easy to prevent that pregnant woman from giving birth, right? Those two won are obviously close. Just drag the other one out and in front of her, hehehe..."
The disgusting laughter hadn’t stopped when Song Youman, leaning against Xia Wan’an, let out a muffled groan of pain.
Xia Wan’an, alard by the change in Song Youman’s voice, hurriedly moved closer to her face. "Youman, what’s wrong? Youman?"
Song Youman didn’t speak, but her body trembled more violently than ever before, and in just a short mont, Xia Wan’an felt her clothes soaked with sweat.
"Youman, don’t scare . What’s wrong? Youman, take a deep breath... Youman..."
In Xia Wan’an’s frantic voice, Song Youman finally managed to utter a feeble sound, "An’an, An’an..."
"I’m here, I’m here." Xia Wan’an tightly grasped Song Youman’s hand, and she then noticed Song Youman’s fingertips were frighteningly cold. "Youman, are you feeling very unwell? Hang in there, you must hang in there, Youman..."
"... An’an," Song Youman strained to call Xia Wan’an’s na again.
This ti, Xia Wan’an could tell Song Youman had sothing to say to her; she quickly stopped talking and moved closer to Song Youman’s lips.
"An’an, don’t panic... I’m fine..."
And due to being too close to Song Youman, Xia Wan’an’s hand accidentally touched her skirt, realizing then that the hem was damp.
The texture was sticky, not like amniotic fluid...
Xia Wan’an’s fingertips trembled slightly, and she vaguely knew what it was but remained stiff for several seconds before lifting her trembling hand to her eyes.
By the dim light coming through the window, she saw her hands covered in blood...
How could she have bled so much, how did she not notice she had bled this much, and how could she still say to her, "An’an, don’t panic, I’m fine..."
Tears from Xia Wan’an fell uncontrollably, like pearls slipping off a broken string.
"An’an, don’t cry... An’an, rember, if we can still get out... you must rember, if there’s still a chance to save the child in my belly, you must save him first... no matter what, keep the child... the child is very important to , very important..."
"Youman, I won’t allow you to talk like this. I don’t care, I want you to live, the child needs to be saved, but you need to be saved even more..."
"If I can be saved, that would be great, but if I can’t, you have to look after the child for ... don’t let anyone bully him... also... I’ve thought of the baby’s na, it’s Muxi..." Song Youman seed to be hanging on by a thread as she spoke these words. After she finished, her breathing beca unstable; she seed like she wanted to raise her hand to wipe Xia Wan’an’s tears, but she couldn’t muster any strength.
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