“She will be weak for a week, but once her body catches up. She’ll be as strong as ever,” the unfamiliar voice says.

The hands on my skin are gentle and cold. My eyes open to see an old woman looking at me and placing a cold compress on my forehead. Harbin is also beside the bed, looking curiously at me.

“What happened?” I ask.

“You collapsed,” Harbin answers while the physician is quietly taking care of me.

“Why? Is it the stress?”

“No. You are pregnant,” he answers nonchalantly.

Pregnant? Me? My eyes open wide. “Who else knows?”

There is a budding hope in my chest. I am pregnant...