Our child... No longer alive...

She was extremely confused, her headache, her limbs had no strength but still managed to get up. The only thing she cares about now is the baby, the wounds on her body because of vigorous exercise but bleeding still do not concern her.

Waldo came in from the outside with a bag of food in hand. Seeing that she had calmed down, she tried to sit up while still injured. He quickly put his things to the side and ran to help her sit up.

“You just had an accident, the wound hasn't healed yet. Do not move vigorously.”

She ignored his reminders. His hands clasped his hands tightly, his eyes were red with tears.

“Waldo... Where's mine... Why can't I feel anything when I touch my stomach? Is there something wrong with my child?"

He responded to her with an affectionate smile, gently placing a pillow behind his back for her to lean on.

“You are not feeling well. You have to eat well to recover.”

He still smiles. Walking to the table, he took out a bowl of hot porridge, pulled a cha