Shangguan Chen's heart tightened, he frowned, raised his hand and gently touched Han Zhiyan's cold face, calling softly, "Yanyan, wake up, wake up and look at me!"
But Han Zhiyan still kept talking in her sleep in pain.
Shangguan Chen looked at her helpless look, felt her body trembling, and subconsciously picked her up and held her in his arms.
He hugged Han Zhiyan tightly, pressed against her cold face, trying to warm her up, and whispered in her ear, "Yanyan, don't be afraid, I'm here!"
Han Zhiyan, who was unconscious, was waving her hands randomly and tightly clutching Shangguan Chen's clothes, as if in this way she could find some support in the nightmare.
Seeing Han Zhiyan in such pain, every time she gasped and cried in pain, it deeply gripped Shangguan Chen's heart and made him feel very uncomfortable.
He could only hold her tightly, give her support and give her warmth.
Han Zhiyan seemed to still be addicted to the nightmare, which seemed to be very long, and she gradually cried out.
"Baby... Chen... Chen... hurry up and save our baby"
’ “Rong Feier, I don’t want to drink, don’t hurt my baby, don’t…”
She dreamed that Rong Feier forced her to drink the bottle of abortion pills, and she kept struggling.
Han Zhiyan nestled in Shangguan Chen's arms, closing her eyes and shaking her head constantly, her chest rising and falling due to crying and sobbing.
When Shangguan Chen heard Han Zhiyan's sleep talk, his heart tightened, and his originally distressed and pitiful eyes could not help but feel a trace of sadness and violence.
Sadly, Han Zhiyan was so cruelly forced to drink abortion pills, lost her child, and almost lost her vocation as a mother.
The cruel thing is that it turns out to be Rong Fei'er who dares to hurt her like this. He will definitely not let Rong Fei'er, the culprit, go.
For every inch of damage suffered by Han Zhiyan, he would repay Rong Fei'er ten times and a hundred times.
Thinking of this, Shangguan Chen's eyes were like sharp swords and sword shadows, filled with murderous intent.
As if she was in a panic situation, Han Zhiyan kept struggling with her hands, unconsciously clutching Shangguan Chen's arm tightly, as if she could feel at ease a little bit in this way.
Just when Shangguan Chen was thinking about something, he was suddenly held tightly by Han Zhiyan. He came back to his senses, looked down at the painful Han Zhiyan, and felt a pain in his heart. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered softly, "Yanyan, be good."
Han Zhiyan's tears kept pouring out silently like rolling beads, her voice slowly became hoarse from crying, and she was sobbing like she was crying hard.
Shangguan Chen looked at Han Zhiyan whose face was full of tears, and felt bitter in his heart. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her tears away.
He kissed Han Zhiyan gently, and then kissed her gently on Han Zhiyan's lips. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Han Zhiyan's forehead, and his deep eyes could not help but overflow with sadness and distress.
Han Zhiyan's tears flowed harder and harder, making Shangguan Chen's clothes get wet.
Shangguan Chen felt more and more bitter and uncomfortable as he listened to her cries. He seemed helpless as if he could do nothing and could only hold Han Zhiyan tightly to give her peace of mind.
He gently rubbed Han Zhiyan's head and kept coaxing her in her ears, hoping that Han Zhiyan could escape from the nightmare and sleep peacefully.
Seeing Han Zhiyan crying so desperately, Shangguan Chen's heart sank slightly, and he felt frightened inexplicably. He had never felt so scared in his life.
He was afraid that Han Zhiyan would not be able to bear all this and would collapse and disappear.