Chapter 533 The Child is Still There

At this moment, Fang Li's long, curled eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly like butterfly wings, casting fine shadows on her pale cheeks.

Han Xi, who had been guarding the bed, was the first to see it. His nerves tensed up almost instantly and he immediately leaned over nervously.

A bony hand gently wrapped around her slightly cold fingertips, a warm breath brushed past her ear, and he whispered her name: "Ali, Ali..."

The voice was hoarse from a sleepless night, and each syllable seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the throat, wrapped in a thick and insoluble anxiety.

The dozen or so seconds seemed to be stretched infinitely, and the ward was so quiet that one could hear the regular ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor.

Finally, Fang Li frowned slightly.

As if breaking through a heavy fog, after a long time, her eyelids slowly opened a crack.

At first it was a hazy halo, then it gradually focused, and what came into view was the man's bloodshot eyes.

"Ali!"

Han Xi's voice was trembling with excitement. He almost held his breath as he looked at her, fearing that everything before him was just an illusion.

Xu Tingfeng, Fang Yun and others who had been guarding the ward also gathered over immediately. The sound of their footsteps was particularly clear in the quiet ward.

"Guo Bao, you're finally awake! How do you feel? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Fang Yun walked quickly to the bedside and held her other hand with concern. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes were full of worry, and his voice was choked with sobs and he could hardly speak.

Cheng Xian was also happy and worried. She carefully stroked Fang Li's forehead, the temperature of her palm carrying a unique warmth. "Poor child, you finally woke up. You've suffered so much..."

Before she could finish her words, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally couldn't be held back and slid down her cheeks.

Xu Tingfeng stood a little further away, looked at his daughter's pale face, and just nodded heavily.

He has never been good at speaking, and at this moment he could not find the right words. He could only keep his eyes fixed on her, as if to make up for the missing glances in the past few days. The tenderness and fear in his eyes were clearly seen by everyone present.

Xu Fangye, who had been standing behind Han Xi, rarely joked with Fang Li as usual.

He stood at the end of the bed, his tall figure revealing a sense of loneliness, and his eyes were filled with obvious self-blame.

"Guobao, this time it was because I didn't take good care of you that the bastard Song Yuchen took advantage of me."

His voice was low and filled with regret, and his fingers unconsciously clenched, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you get back what you've suffered this time!"

Seeing everyone's worried expressions, Fang Li shook her head weakly at Xu Fangye, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "I don't blame you..."

Her gaze slowly turned, finally landing on the man standing beside the bed.

But in just a few days, he seemed like a different person.

His cheeks had become noticeably thinner, and his once sharp jawline was now covered with a short stubble. He exuded an indescribable sense of age and melancholy, as if he were suffocating under the weight of an invisible burden.

Fang Li didn't know what was going on, but her eyes suddenly felt hot and tears welled up without warning, sliding down the corners of her eyes and soaking the pillowcase.

Han Xi immediately panicked and tried to wipe her tears in a panic, but he was afraid of hurting her by raising his hand. He paused in the air before gently wiping away the warm liquid with his fingertips.

He wanted to whisper to comfort her, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word for a long time. He could only look at her worriedly with his bloodshot eyes.

"Originally... originally wanted to give you a surprise..."

Fang Li murmured in self-blame, her voice full of grievance, "I didn't expect... something like this to happen..."

She sniffed and asked in a tearful voice, "Is our child... gone?"

Han Xi looked at her red eyes, and a gentle smile appeared between his deep brows, which dispelled some of the depression.

He held her hand tightly, his voice so gentle that water could drip out of it: "The child is still here, Ali. He is as strong as you."

When Fang Li heard this, surprise flashed across her eyes, and then the accumulated emotions burst out like a flood, and she cried even harder.

There was fear, relief, and heartache for the man in front of her in that cry.

"Don't cry, Guobao. The doctor said you must remain calm, otherwise both you and the baby will be in danger."

Fang Yun quickly handed over a tissue and comforted him softly.

Cheng Xian also helped to smooth her chest, "Yes, good girl, don't cry, you are the most important now, let's talk about other things after you get better."

Hearing that her crying would affect the child, Fang Li immediately bit her lower lip hard and forced herself to stop crying.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her breathing. Her eyes were red, like a little rabbit that had been wronged.

Seeing that her emotions were gradually stabilizing, everyone looked at each other and wanted to give the young couple some space to talk alone.

"Let's go next door to see your grandfather. He's been frightened all night. Now that you're awake, we should make him happy." Fang Yun suggested.

Xu Fangye also agreed: "I'll go order breakfast for everyone. You've been waiting for so long, you must be hungry."

Xu Tingfeng patted Han Xi's shoulder, said nothing, turned around and left the ward with everyone else.

The door of the ward closed gently, isolating the noise from the outside world, and in an instant only the two of them were left.

Han Xi couldn't bear it any longer, and he knelt down beside the bed with a "dong" sound. He held Fang Li's hand tightly, put her fingertips against his lips, and kissed her devoutly, as if to draw strength, or to release emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Ali, I'm sorry..."

He murmured, his voice filled with guilt and fear, "Do you know how scared I was when I received the call from my brother? I couldn't fly back to you right away... When I saw you being held hostage by Song Yuchen on the plane, with blood all over your neck, I... I didn't protect you well. It's all my fault..."

He spoke intermittently, and the fear, anxiety and self-blame of those days all burst out at this moment.

He never thought that one day he would be so close to losing her. The panic that penetrated deep into his bones almost swallowed him up.

Fang Li lay on the bed, stretched out her other hand, and gently stroked his thin cheek. Her fingertips brushed across his stubble, which was a little prickly.

"Don't blame you, Han Xi, it was my own carelessness..."

Her voice was still a little weak, but it carried a soothing force. "I'm fine, right? The child is fine too. Don't blame yourself."

The two of them held hands and talked in low voices, as if they wanted to make up for the time they had missed in the past few days.

The sunlight poured into the ward through the window, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.