My heart finally settled when she opened her eyes. The hand grasping the doorknob paused, and I turned to speak to the person still waiting at the other end.
"I'm coming over now."
"Alright, Mr. Qin, we'll wait for you to arrive before making any decisions."
Hanging up the phone, I glanced again at the person in the hospital room and then turned to leave.
...
In the afternoon, Feng Jinglei was still under observation in the hospital. Zhuang Yanyan didn't want any mishaps for her and the baby, so unless everything was perfectly fine, she didn't want her to be discharged.
However, the ongoing observations were promising; the only problem was Feng Jinglei's mood.
Since waking up, and now with dusk approaching, she had yet to see Qin Feimo.
His refusal to accept her and the child was evident, otherwise why had he not even visited her?
The next day.
Early in the morning, Xiang Jinnan, having received some news from somewhere, rushed over to Feng Jinglei's hospital room.
