Han Zhiyan leaned into the warm and familiar embrace, smelling Shangguan Chen's fragrant but not fragrant, fresh but not light breath, and her heart felt particularly at ease.
Like a well-behaved kitten, she rubbed against Shangguan Chen's chest, and her little hands ran around on his body.
Shangguan Chen's whole body couldn't help but tense up, his breathing began to slow down, and his heart beat suddenly.
He silently grabbed Han Zhiyan's scurrying little hands and hugged her tightly with more strength.
He seemed to want to rub her thin body into his own bones.
"Chen, I'm sorry!" Han Zhiyan's soft voice overflowed from Shangguan Chen's arms.
Shangguan Chen's expression suddenly became dull, as if he felt that he didn't hear clearly, but he still said calmly, "What?"
Han Zhiyan lowered her head with a sad look on her face and said softly, "I didn't protect the baby, so what should I do about your illness? I made you worry about me!"
"Although I will be sad to lose my baby, I know we will definitely have children in the future."
"But what makes me even more anxious and sad is that without this child, what will happen to your disease? You will continue to suffer from such torture."
The more Han Zhiyan spoke, the more choked her voice became.
Shangguan Chen felt a stab in his heart, and his eyes suddenly felt a little hot. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
His Yanyan, even though she was in pain of losing her child, was more worried about her own illness.
This was the most touching words he had heard in his more than 20 years of life.
His face became particularly solemn, and a complex light shone under his eyes.
"Yanyan, I'm not afraid of this disease at all, so don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, it's my fault!" Shangguan Chen said softly.
"But I'm scared, I'm worried!"
Han Zhiyan's eyes were red, and she lowered her head subconsciously to prevent him from seeing her looking like she wanted to cry.
"Fool, you don't have to be afraid. I've survived all these years, so don't worry. Don't you remember what I said? You just need to live happily!" Shangguan Chen said in a faint tone.
"Well, if we work harder and conceive a baby, your illness will get better, right?" Han Zhiyan frowned and said expectantly.
Hearing Han Zhiyan's words, Shangguan Chen couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.
He rubbed Han Zhiyan's head and subconsciously wanted to coax her to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.
There was a trace of sadness and helplessness in his eyes.
Is it possible to lie to her and say, yes, we will definitely have children.
It is better to tell her the truth. The doctor said that there is only a slight chance of future pregnancy.
Han Zhiyan has been hurt so deeply. Do you want him to tell her the truth in person?
Can she survive such a cruel fact?
He could see how worried Han Zhiyan was about her illness, how much she looked forward to having another child, and even blamed herself for it.
Did he really want to say it out loud, watching her cry in agony?
"Well, I definitely will!"
In the end, Shangguan Chen turned everything into these few words, replacing all the facts and all the sadness.
He would rather Han Zhiyan complain that he lied to her in the future than to look at her despair and sadness.
She was hurt so cruelly, and she didn't resent him or anyone else, but only told him.
What saddened her most was not losing her child, but worrying about his illness.
In this life, except for the person in front of him, I am afraid that no one will be able to enter his long-sealed heart.