"It's okay, Yingying is not afraid." Shen Mosheng held the steering wheel with one hand and tightly grasped Han Yingying's hand with the other, his palm slightly sweaty, obviously he wasn't doing much better.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
"Yingying, don't blame yourself."
"How can I not blame myself? Knowing I was pregnant, I still ran around and ate cold food, and I didn't go for a prenatal checkup..." The more Han Yingying spoke, the faster her tears fell, filled with extreme self-reproach.
This child had come too unexpectedly, and at first, she hadn't planned on keeping it.
Moreover, apart from the initial nausea and vomiting, she hadn't felt any discomfort.
She often forgot she was pregnant, acting carefree like before.
"Yingying, don't cry, it's okay." Never before had Shen Mosheng felt so inarticulate, not even knowing how to comfort someone, his forehead sweating with anxiety.