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Fu Hanwen's deep eyes flashed with a hint of joy: "Just these few days."
After pausing, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Is it a slippery pulse?"
Xiao Ruo hesitated a bit: "It's somewhat like it."
"Is it because it's too early to be sure?"
Xiao Ruo lowered her eyes and softly uttered, "Mm."
After being married for so many years, not a single of her gestures or glances could be hidden from him.
Her expression clearly didn't seem joyful about being pregnant; instead, she looked rather heavy-hearted.
Thinking of her inexplicable low fever and coma, Fu Hanwen's heart sank. He subconsciously grasped her wrist: "Are you hiding something from me?"
"What could I be hiding?" Xiao Ruo looked up and gave him a playful glance: "I was asleep for two whole days and nights; my mind is a bit muddled. Why do you keep talking to me? Can you let me clear my head before speaking?"
"Alright, then eat something first. Let's talk once you've come around." He wasn't fooled by her.
