The car sped along the road, as this was a vacation mountain area, there was still a long distance to the city.
Xiao Yize was driving, Mo Qingning sat in the passenger seat, and Mo Chuxi sat in the back holding the pained Yan Xinxin.
Mo Chuxi had never experienced such torment and suffering. Watching the woman in his arms groan in pain, he felt as if his heart was being cut with a knife.
Her delicate, petite face was covered in sweat, and her moist, red-rimmed eyes made her complexion look as pale as snow.
He glanced down at where she sat; the amniotic fluid was trickling down her legs, more and more.
Suddenly, Mo Chuxi felt his vision blur as if something crystalline was covering his retinas.
Watching the weakening Yan Xinxin, his heart felt as if it was being sliced, a pain so indescribable!
"Xinxin, you must hold on!"
Mo Chuxi's five fingers tightly clutched Yan Xinxin's five fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing as he choked up.
