Mo Yesi gently brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "Mianmian, listen carefully. We'll never get a divorce. Moreover, didn't I say it before, how can you be sure that it's your problem?
"Don't let your thoughts run wild. We'll definitely be fine. Didn't you say that we should let nature take its course? The more anxious we are, the worse it will be. If you're really worried, I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow.
"Moreover, even if one of us really has a problem, medicine is so advanced now, it can still be treated. Why do you have to think of the worst?"
Qiao Mianmian leaned into his arms and felt much more relaxed.
That's right.
Medicine was very advanced nowadays.
Even if she and Mo Yesi really had a problem, they could still take medicine to recuperate.
Weren't there many infertile couples who relied on medication to recover?
She and Mo Yesi were still young.
