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Qi Cong was startled awake by her, looking at her in confusion and asking, "Nana, what's wrong with you?"
"I dreamt about our child; I dreamt that Mai Xiaomai threw him out and he was bitten by a dog."
Lin Na touched the still faintly aching scar on her abdomen with lingering fear.
No matter what, the child is a part of her flesh, a result of her hard ten months of pregnancy. Even if she hadn't held him much, there was still a bond of flesh and blood. If something went wrong, it would definitely be heartbreaking.
"It was just a dream, don't worry. The old folks say dreams and reality are often opposite."
Qi Cong sat up and embraced her to comfort her, "That Mai Xiaomai isn't that kind of person; such a dream would never come true."
"You're defending her too, you think she's good?"
Her jealousy was sparked by his words, and she looked at Qi Cong with slight anger.
