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Bai Sheng rushed into the room at Rong Heting's call. Along with the few people waiting at the door, they all rushed into the room.

When they saw Mu Qianqian twitching on the sickbed, her face devoid of any blood, a flash of pain passed through their eyes.

Bai Sheng was the first to rush to the side of the ward, helping Rong Heting to hold Mu Qianqian's arm.

Hua Yunrong and Leng Su stood to the side and watched Rong Heting and the others kneading Mu Qianqian's tensed muscles as they watched her slowly calm down until her twitching disappeared.

Bai Sheng and Ling Ao were covered in cold sweat. They were not tired, but frightened by Mu Qianqian's tensed muscles.

They were all well-trained people, and after intense training in the past, they all had a cramp reaction. Tightening one of their arms or one of their legs, if they suddenly twitched, the pain would be unbearable.

It was easy to imagine how much pain Mu Qianqian's four limbs and muscles had simultaneously tensed up.

From start to finish, Mu Qianqian didn't make a single sound, and just forcefully endured.

"Qianqian, are you feeling better? Tell me, is it still painful?"

Rong Heting tried to keep his tone down as much as possible as he touched Mu Qianqian's hair with his fingers, tucking her messy hair behind her ears and touching the wet traces of water on his palms.

Looking at Mu Qianqian's silent and lifeless eyes, Rong Heting felt a sharp pain in his heart and his nerves tensed up again.

"Qianqian, talk to me. Look, everyone has come to see you. Tell me, where are you feeling unwell?"

Everyone in the room held their breath. Even Ting Lan, who walked to the door, became nervous. All of their gazes were focused on Mu Qianqian's face, fearing that the one who would respond to them would be someone who wasn't awake.

Mu Qianqian finally had a reaction. After Rong Heting spoke, she looked at every face in the room. Looking at everyone's expression, she then looked at her tied wrist and slowly closed her eyes.

"Let me go, I'm very tired and want to rest."

Mu Qianqian's voice was a bit hoarse due to the injuries caused by her excessive screaming. However, no matter what her voice turned into, this cold voice sounded like a heavenly music to Rong Heting's ears.

She was fine. She had woken up.

Once his highly strained nerves relaxed, Rong Heting's footsteps became unsteady. His body staggered backwards as Ling Ao caught him in time.

"Heting, calm down."

Rong Heting also only staggered a step before forcing himself to stand still. He bent down close to Mu Qianqian's forehead and eagerly kissed her.

It was a good thing that she was fine. It was a good thing that she hadn't fallen into madness. He only wanted her to be fine.

It wasn't just Rong Heting. Everyone in the room was relieved, and Hua Yunrong could barely stand. After realizing that Mu Qianqian wasn't sick, he wanted to go up and talk to Qianqian.

As soon as Hua Yunrong moved, he was stopped by Leng Su. When he turned around and looked at Leng Su, he shook his head seriously. He did not resist like before and followed Leng Su's orders to stop moving towards Qianqian.

He wanted to apologize to Qianqian, but he didn't dare to go and provoke her.

After glancing at Mu Qianqian, who had her eyes closed, not wanting to face them, the two of them finally walked out of the ward.

Not only Leng Su and Hua Yunrong, but also Luo Yu and Bai Sheng and Ling Ao also walked out. Ting Lan closed the door from the outside and left the time to Rong Heting and Mu Qianqian.

Rong Heting slowly untied the bandage around Mu Qianqian's wrist. Seeing that Mu Qianqian refused to open her eyes while he was avoiding him, Rong Heting also felt quite uncomfortable.

After taking off his clothes, Rong Heting also laid down from the other side of the bed.

The furnishings in the senior ward were no different from a small apartment. The bed was also a double bed, giving it enough space for two people to sleep in.

Rong Heting stretched out his arm and pulled Mu Qianqian into his embrace. His broad palm covered Mu Qianqian's head and pressed her into his chest.

"Qianqian, it's all in the past. Trust me, it's all in the past now."2

"We will definitely have another child. He will definitely come back, our child will definitely come back."

Rong Heting's stiff body slowly relaxed in his arms until a wetness came from his chest and a soft sob came from his arms. Then, he finally felt relieved.

Rong Heting tightened his arms, and the worry that he had felt all night vanished. The fatigue rushed to his body in an instant. He held Mu Qianqian tightly, and they fell into a deep sleep once again.

Mu Qianqian stood in front of the mirror, looking at the pure white wedding dress on her body. She imagined what had happened in the past three months, and always felt as if she had fallen into a deep slumber.

He touched his stomach. It was very flat, and he couldn't tell that there had been a baby in there before.

Ever since she miscarried, she had never returned to Rong Family Hall. After she was discharged, Rong Heting arranged for her to live in a new garden, like a hidden woman, quietly living in a quiet corner, waiting for Rong Heting's nightly arrival.

Of course, there were even more people monitoring her in the name of protection than when she was in the Rong Manor. She no longer had the chance to escape.

During these three months, Rong Heting had been very busy every day since she had been discharged from the hospital and went to live in a different courtyard.

After hearing Ting Lan say that he had broken the engagement with Ling Jinghan and even helped her take revenge, Ting Lan did not say what exactly he had done, and she had no interest in interrogating him.

Even if she did get her revenge, her child wouldn't come back.

Her body would never be able to conceive, and the child would probably never come back.

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