The cold scalpel gently sliced through her stomach, and red blood flowed down her mouth.

The tearing pain made Moran Ember take a cold breath, his fists clenched hard, and his hand joints had already turned white. All she could do was lift her chin hard, grit her teeth, and crush the tendon in her mind.

Kid ······

Consciousness was blurring, and Moran Ember only felt that he was stuck in the mire and couldn't move. And her children became her last obsession.

She saw a chubby little hand reach out in front of her.

That's her baby! She had already seen her child in her dreams.

Although she could not see the child's face clearly, she had seen it with her own eyes and touched her child's hand with her own hands.

She won't admit it!

Moran Ember didn't even want to reach out to hold that hand.

Although it was only a gentle grip, this simple action used up all her strength, and her calves, her arms, and her teeth were constantly chattering.

The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop slipping down, and there was no blood on his face. Still, she couldn't help but laugh as she took her precious hand.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and before she could fully show her smile, she only felt that her body fell violently, and before she had time to clench, her big hand was forced to let go of her small hand.

No!

Her eyes widened, her mouth wide open, her face full of fear. There was a loud sound of wind in her ears, and then she heard a plop, and her whole body fell into the sea.

The biting cold made her shiver.

The sea slammed into her mouth, and for a moment she felt death.

Can't breathe!

She kept lapping the water, as if she wanted to swim up, but she didn't have the strength to make a final struggle. The waving arm became more and more weak, and the body sank uncontrollably.

Is it just dead?

It's good······

Desperation made Moran Ember slowly close his swollen eyes and let himself sink to the bottom of the sea.

And a childish voice exploded in her ears.

"Mom!"

His closed eyes snapped open as he heard them.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a dazzling whiteness, a pungent smell of disinfectant, and a pain in my abdomen.

"You're awake."

A magnetic voice sounded in Moran's ears, Moranash didn't speak, she knew who it was, but she didn't want to pay attention to him.

She had long since lost faith in him.

"What about my child?"

Moran Ember is most concerned about her children now.

The man sitting on the edge of the hospital bed was none other than Moran Ash's husband.

He was dressed in a bloodstained military uniform, and the rank of the pine branch green epaulette with two thin gold bars and three star insignia on the bottom plate also revealed the man's high status in the army.

Fang Yabo looked exceptionally calm and composed, but his face was not very good-looking. When Moran Ember didn't wake up, he kept a serious face. His mouth was slightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, and there was occasionally a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

Fang Yabo, who is thirty years old, is a colonel, and he can have this honor at this age, because he has worked hard with his life. He never refused to be soft in the slightest towards his enemies.

All his softness was given to his comrades-in-arms, his homeland and his lover, Moran Ash.

Before he had time to rejoice in Moran's awakening, he was stumped by Moran's question.

Child?

Even Fang Yabo's gaze was mixed with a hint of pain.