He hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat afraid, "I've heard that even now, many women still die from difficult childbirth..."
Amanda Smith turned her head to look at the handsome face of the man.
She paused for a while, then suddenly laughed.
"It's okay." She leaned in and kissed his lips softly, gently saying, "Everything will definitely be okay."
Heaven wouldn't be so cruel as to not even give her a child.
After all her bitter experiences, there surely wouldn't be any more mistakes.
When Samuel Johnson heard her words, he said nothing, only tightened his grip on her waist and whispered, "If anything happens in the future, I will definitely choose you over the child."
Amanda Smith let out a burst of laughter, "The child hasn't even taken shape, and you're cursing me. See if I don't hit you."
"...I'm serious." Samuel Johnson hugged her tightly, his voice a bit muffled, "I can't live without you."
