Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 389

Zivon’s eyes darkened.

Maison had a special blood type… and Xavia had a special blood type too? Was it inherited genetically? It seemed like too much of a coincidence.

Zivon found it very strange, and could not fathom it at all.

Since it was getting very cold, Zivon went over to the both of them so that they could all huddle together to keep warm.

He had originally thought of an idea to make it out, but right now, Maison was ill and Xavia was suffering from dysmenorrhea. It would be even colder if they made it out, and it would be difficult for them to walk down the mountain. They might even encounter other dangers out there, so it was probably better for them to stay here for the time being. At the very least, they would be able to conserve their energy.

The night was long; minutes felt like hours, and it felt like a century had passed.

After a long time, the sky finally brightened.

Maison opened his eyes and saw two people hugging him tightly. The weather was extremely cold, but his heart was filled with warmth.

“You’re awake?” A low voice sounded.

Maison quickly pretended to be weak as he said in a small voice, “Mm. I feel so uncomfortable. Daddy, Aunt, am I going to die?”

His helpless and sad words woke Xavia who was in a fitful sleep.

She opened her eyes to see Maison’s pale face and dull gaze. She was so frightened that she forgot all about her own pain as she said worriedly, “Maison… Maison, are you okay? Your forehead is not that hot anymore! What should we do? You must be freezing, but bear with it for just a little while more, alright? It’s already dawn and someone will find us soon.”

Maison looked at her and curled his chapped lips weakly. “Don’t worry, aunt, I am very happy to be here with you. Yesterday was the happiest day of my life, so I wouldn't mind if I were to die here like this.”

“Maison, why are you talking like that? Why would you die? You’re not allowed to say such horrid things!”

“Aunt, can you promise me something?” Maison suddenly asked beseechingly.

His feeble voice made it sound like he was making a dying wish.

Xavia was terrified by this thought and held her son’s hand tightly. “I’ll promise you a hundred things as long as we get out of here safely. If you dare say that you’ll not make it out, I will not promise you a single thing.”