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She was still motionless and sleeping soundly. He sighed, put her arm under the blanket, stood up and walked to the window. The wind was blowing, as if it wanted to rain. His hope now lay with Wen Jing in Singapore. When she had settled things there and rushed over tomorrow, he hoped that he would be able to give her some support and help during this chaotic time.

Gently walking out of the ward and closing the door, he thought for a moment before turning around and heading down to the next floor. Entering the nursery, the nurse led him to a thermos. Through the glass, he saw a newborn baby sleeping soundly on his thumb.

Shen Canghao had applied to adopt this boy, who had been abandoned the moment he was born. In this city, there were countless small lives being born every day, and some people were happy for them. However, for some people, this child was a burden. She hoped that he could make her feel better.

"Mr. Shen, did you come to see your son?" the nurse asked when she saw him standing still.

"Well, is he feeling better?" Shen Canghao gently caressed that small face through the glass. If the baby was born …

He didn't dare to think about it. That child, who was almost eight months old, had died in his mother's womb just like that, turning into a lump of indistinct flesh.

When he rushed to the hospital, all he saw was her bloodied body and the unconscious Yaxi. He was stupefied. Not bad, not bad …

She had just lost a child and was still alive and well.

"The little baby is recovering very well now, you can carry it out tomorrow." The nurse smiled as she spoke, interrupting Shen Canghao's train of thoughts. He nodded, turned around, and walked out.

Before he could enter the ward, his phone rang. He looked at the number and immediately picked it up. "Hello. How was it?"

"Very bad, prepare yourself first. I will do my best."

"Thank you, thank you …" The fear in his heart deepened as he listened to the American doctor blabber on and on for a long time before he hung up the phone.

Whether he lived or died depended on the will of heaven.

Huaiyan felt that she had had a very, very long dream. That dream was too sad, too terrifying. It caused her to shed countless tears in her sleep. She dreamed that Yaxi had died, and their child had also died …

The figure of the Dream of Central Asia floated away from her... As she gradually disappeared, she stretched out her hand to grab, but what she grabbed was only air.

"Yan'er …" Wen Jing held her stiff fingers. Her eyes were red from crying. Kaka had gone to a foreign land last year, and now, she had returned with Wen Jing. She stood aside with her teeth clenched and her eyes red.

When she opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain from the dazzling light. She subconsciously turned her face and closed her eyes, causing a stream of tears to flow down her face.

"Yan'er, you've awoken. Thank god you didn't wake up. If you didn't, Kaka and I would have gone to destroy the hospital!" Wen Jing was so happy that she almost jumped up and cheered.

"Why is his temper still the same, he hasn't changed at all …" Her face, which was as white as a sheet, revealed a faint smile. She tried to sit up, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. She was startled and subconsciously touched her stomach, but it had already become flat …

"Child, my child, where is the child?" She grabbed Wen Jing's hand with trembling hands, and stared at her with wide eyes as she asked in a hoarse voice …

Before Wen Jing could open her mouth, she had already pulled back her blanket and jumped off the bed barefooted. "Did someone carry the child away? Do you know? "Kaka, have you seen her yet?"

She looked around, lifted the quilt and went back to the drawer. Wen Jing and Ka Ka looked at her absent-minded appearance and felt sad. They all knew that the child was dead, but they couldn't show a single sad expression on their faces.

"Yan'er, the child is in the next room. Ah Hao is holding him …" Wen Jing pulled her, and Kaka helped her to sit on the bed as he spoke softly.

As soon as he finished his sentence, the door of the ward was pushed open. Shen Canghao clumsily carried a baby and walked in with a face full of joy, "Yan Yan, the little guy is hungry. He's almost crying …"

"Give it to me, quick!" Shen Canghao hurriedly took a few steps forward to place the swaddled child into her hands. He then immediately hugged the soft child into his embrace, and impatiently wanted to look at his little face. She trembled as she removed the swaddling that covered half of the child's face, revealing a pair of big, black eyes.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and couldn't help but shed tears. Was this her and Assi's child? Such eyes, they should be the children of Asai.

"Is he all right? What did the doctor say? " She still remembered the scene before she fainted. She fell heavily.

"Healthy." Shen Canghao looked at her gently, not daring to reveal the sadness in his eyes.

She caressed the child's face, her eyes filled with gentleness. "Jing, look how obedient he is. He doesn't even cry or make a ruckus in my arms. He's much more obedient than that little girl."

"Quiet?" When she didn't get a response, she raised her head in surprise and saw Wen Jing and Kaka's strange eyes. Seeing her raised head, they couldn't help but be startled and hurriedly squeezed out a smile, nodding their heads, "Yes, really good. Look at her. Her nose looks just like Yaxi's, tall and straight …"

"That's right, that's right. Your little mouth looks like you, your face like you, and your eyes like Asai …" What a beautiful baby! "

Wen Jing and Ka Ka began to speak in panic. The two of them purposely covered it up, which actually made her feel indescribably worried and uneasy.