Facing her fanatical eyes, Murong Qingzhen could only remain silent, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes: "Azi, believe me, I will definitely find a way to save your father, please believe me."
Jiang Zimo let go of her hand in confusion, her expression looked a bit dull, and she tilted her head: "Why? Why is the antidote fake?"
Could it be that even Murong Qingzhen was lying to her? No!
"Azi..." Murong Qingzhen held her hand in pain: "Don't do this, I dare to swear to God, I really didn't know anything about it beforehand, and I didn't know that the antidote was fake."
After saying that, Murong Qingzhen's eyes dimmed slightly, why couldn't even his blood be used as a medicine? Why...
Jiang Zimo smiled softly and asked him again: "But now, has your father told you the truth? He told you that there is no antidote for this poison, right?"
Gently putting a thin blanket on Jiang Zimo's body, Murong Qingzhen sat down next to her and took her into his arms, asking softly: "Azi, I once said that I can do anything for you.
, I will definitely try my best to do it. So, you can rest assured and leave it to me to handle this matter, okay? Do you know how distressed I was when I saw your look like that yesterday? You scared me to death, you know?
?You must know that you are still pregnant with our baby, so you should have a good rest. It is very cold outside..."
Jiang Zimo couldn't help but flinch when she heard him mention the baby, and then she realized that she fell into a warm embrace. She shook her head and tentatively said: "Qingzhen, I... I can't sleep."
Putting his chin on the top of Jiang Zimo's head, Murong Qingzhen hugged her tightly and said lovingly, "Why can't you fall asleep? The doctor said your body is still quite weak, and I don't allow you to torture yourself and your child."
Nodding obediently, Jiang Zimo put her arms around his strong, lean and narrow waist, and remained silent for a long time.
Murong Qingzhen thought she was asleep and wanted to hug her and lie down, but she suddenly hooked her around her neck and refused to let go.
In desperation, he had to return to his original position and stroked her hair: "What are you thinking about?"
"I miss you."
The four gentle words made Murong Qingzhen feel a soft pain in his heart: "Fool, aren't I right by your side? What do you miss me?"
"I'm thinking about your words, your expression, everything about you..." Jiang Zimo's voice was a little hazy, and his expression looked particularly helpless: "Qingzhen, do you know? I always felt like I was doing something wrong.
Meng, I'm not sure if you really love me... If, if one day, you find that I am not as good as you thought, then will you regret loving me like this?"
Murong Qingzhen sighed softly and reached out to touch her forehead under the eaves: "Fool! I'm by your side now, aren't you sure yet?"
For another long while, Jiang Zimo didn't make a sound, but Murong Qingzhen could feel the dampness and coldness coming from her chest. He lifted her chin with his hand, and then he heard her suppressed cry, "Qingzhen, you
Don’t you sympathize with me and pity me, that’s why you love me?”
"Azi, this is nothing like you." Murong Qingzhen lifted her shoulders and looked at her. The Jiang Zimo he knew was beautiful, flamboyant, confident and arrogant. She was always chasing after him happily. He didn't like this.
She has low self-esteem, is lonely and fragile!
A pair of beautiful tearful eyes looked at Murong Qingzhen sadly, "What does it look like to me? In fact... I don't even know what I am like."