"Yes, Madam," the nurse reassured. The nurse was surprised when tears started streaming down the woman's face after she confirmed her doubts.

"I am pregnant," Mrs Yang chanted, subconsciously touching her flat stomach.

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"Xiaolin, can you hear her? She said I am carrying your child," Mrs Yang said, still sobbing. She refused to stop sobbing despite all the nurse's efforts to comfort her.

"Madam, thank goodness you are alright," a girl standing beside her bed exclaimed in relief. Seeing a nurse accompanied her, one could tell that she might have thrown a huge tantrum before the nurse agreed to her request.

The girl's relieved expression turned to a worried one when the woman raised her head.

"Nurse, why is she crying?" The girl asked the nurse who was still trying to comfort Mrs Yang.

"After I relayed the news of her pregnancy to her, she won't just stop crying. I have tried to find out what is wrong, but she won't utter a word to me," the nurse said dejectedly.

Just for the woman, she abandoned her other patients for another nurse, but now the woman was making things difficult for her. Other patients staring at them might assume she did something terrible to the woman if the woman continued crying. She did not want to be misunderstood.

"Ok, you and nurse Ming can go attend to other patients. I will talk to her and I am sure she will stop crying in no time," the girl said immediately taking her seat. The way she talked to the nurse was as if she knew them for a long time when today was her first time meeting them.

"Madam, I know you are in so much pain, but you have to stop crying for your baby's sake. Instead of crying, I think you should rejoice that you didn't die earlier with the baby in your womb," The little girl tried to console as she caressed the woman's hands. She was in pain, but for a moment she just wanted to forget her pain and help the devastated woman.

"Even though you don't want to live anymore, please stay alive for her sake. She has the right to live, but she will lose that right if you don't pull yourself together. Let your baby be the reason for your living. Don't live for yourself but for her," the little girl comforted.

"How do you know she is a girl? He could be a boy too," Mrs Yang spoke, still sobbing. The girl smiled after she spoke.

"Yeah, you are right. He could be a boy or a girl," the girl said, forcing on a smile just to cheer the woman up.

"How do you smile after all you've been through? You look too strong and mature for your age," Mrs Yang said, cleaning her tears.

"I am not as strong as you assume. I feel like breaking down in tears just like you, but who will comfort me if I do that?" The girl said, forcing a smile on. Her smile looked so painful.

"Any adult will comfort you...,"

"No, they won't. They will only stare at me with pitiful glances. They will never understand the pain I am going through and they will never bother to understand," the girl said vehemently, her expression and tone turning serious.

"I understand what you are trying to say. I also feel like that whenever anyone tries to comfort me, saying they understand how I feel when in reality they don't but you know what, strangely enough, I don't feel that way whenever you try to comfort me," Mrs Yang said, her gaze on the little girl.

"I think you feel that way because you are certain that I understand your pain," the girl spoke up.

"Mhm...," Mrs Yang remarked, shaking her head affirmatively.

Since the moment she set eyes on the girl, she felt a strange connection between her and the girl. She could recall the many times she always flared whenever anyone tried to comfort her, but strangely enough she did not feel the same way whenever she talked to the little girl.

"What is your name? I at least have the right to know the name of my saviour right?" Mrs Yang curiously. She could see the hesitant look in the girl's eyes when she asked for her name.

"You don't have to feel scared about telling me your name. I will not judge you," Mrs Yang assured.

"Jin Xiaoqi," the girl blurted out.

"Xiaoqi, what a fine name you have. You have not only a fine name but a pure heart too," Mrs Yang complimented.

"What about your parents or guardians?" Mrs Yang asked, her gaze on the girl who suddenly turned quiet.

"My mother died immediately after giving birth to me and my dad died when I was just twelve so I no longer have parents," the girl said meekly.

"I am sorry for your lost. I wouldn't have brought up such a sensitive topic if I had known that your parents were deceased," Mrs Yang apologised. Seeing the girl not breaking down in tears, she could not help but admire the girl's boldness.

"I know you wouldn't," the girl replied, sounding unaffected.

"What about your guardians? Wouldn't they be worried about you?" Mrs Yang asked.

"I don't have one," the girl replied nonchalantly.

"You don't have a guardian? What do you mean?" Mrs Yang asked in shock. She found it hard to believe that such a little girl did not have a guardian. From her stature and face, she could tell that she wasn't up to the legal age.

"After my dad died, I and my sister stayed with my grandma, but grandma died a year after my dad's death because she could not accept the pain of losing her son. Afterwards, my sister and I stayed alone but after she was brutally killed and I got kicked out of our rooftop apartment I have been living on the streets," Xiaoqi replied. She quickly cleaned the tears attempting to fall. She did not want the woman to look at her with pitiful glances.

"You are living on the streets?" Mrs Yang asked in shock. She found it hard to believe that a little girl like her was living on the streets. She knew how harsh the street is especially for a girl. "Don't you have extended family to run to for help?" Mrs Yang probed further.

"I have an uncle, but he abandoned me and my sister after my grandma's burial. My sister and I had to fend for ourselves after my grandma's death so I don't have anyone to run to for help and even though I knew where my uncle was living I knew he wouldn't have hesitated to throw me out of his gates," the girl said coldly.

"Merely looking at you, nobody could guess the hell you have been through. Do you know why it is like that?" Mrs Yang asked rhetorically. "Because you are a strong girl. You are stronger than most of the adults. No matter the pain you are going through, you don't let it show that is what makes you unique and special," Mrs Yang said, caressing the girl's hands.

"Are you saying this because you pity me?" Xiaoqi asked, staring into the woman's eyeballs. She has seen those glares so many times, and each time everyone looked at her in that manner, she always flared up. Although she was poor, she hated being pitied. She wanted someone who empathised with her, not one who pitied her.

"Pity you?" Mrs Yang said, she felt the urge to laugh seeing the girl's expression. "Instead of pity, I would say I admire you. You are the first child I have ever admired in my 32 years of existence. Would you believe me if I say I have never seen a kind like you?" Mrs Yang said, patting her hair.

"You are not lying right?" Xiaoqi asked suspiciously.

"No, I am saying the truth," Mrs Yang reassured. The two kept on talking for a long time. They both kept quiet for a reasonable period of time.

"Where are you going after you leave here?" Mrs Yang asked seriously. She could see the shift in Xiaoqi's expression when she talked about her home.

"When I jumped into the water earlier. My pursuers were there. Seeing me jump into the water, they must have assumed that I am dead. I would really love to grant them those wishes, but seeing how you risked your everything to save me, I guess my life no longer belongs to me. I need to live on so I won't disappoint my saviour," Xiaoqi stated seriously.

"What would you say if I offer you a new identity? An identity which will bring you so many benefits," Mrs Yang said, calmly staring at Xiaoqi's awestruck expression.

"You said you don't pity me, so why do you want to do this for me?" Xiaoqi questioned anxiously.

"Because I like you and also I am doing this for myself," Mrs Yang said. "Although I have just realised that I am carrying Xiaolin's child, there is no guarantee that I will not attempt to commit suicide again. I need someone who understands my pain. Someone who can empathise with me...,"

"And you think the person is me?" Xiaoqi interrupted calmly.

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