Contrasted with the poignant yet heartwarming scene outside, Hai Feng was sitting on pins and needles by Ma Meiying's bedside.
He didn't know how long he waited until Ma Meiying's brows knitted softly, a soft grunt escaped from her chapped and pale lips.
Hai Feng jolted in shock, his eyes lit up. "M—Miss Ma…?"
The woman's eyes slowly opened, her eyelashes quivering like startled butterfly wings, gently scratching the base of Hai Feng's heart. He didn't even realize that he was holding onto his breath until Ma Meiying's eyes focused on him.
Clarity returned to them gradually. "H—Hai Feng? I—" She froze, evidently recalling the previous event. Her pale face turned ghastly in a second. "M—My baby?" She tremblingly touched her stomach but just in one touch, she knew that there was no longer any life sign inside.