She has been to her hometown countless times, and she finds it beautiful every time.
I don't know if it's her illusion at this moment, but she always feels that this place is terrible at this moment.
It seems as if standing here, I feel that the temperature here is much lower than elsewhere.
Xu Ang walked to the door of his hometown and seemed to sigh quietly. He opened his mouth, turned his head, looked at Zhong Qing, and moved his lips: "Miss Zhong..."
But he was halfway through speaking, and he still swallowed it hard: "It's okay... let's go, the young marshal is waiting for you."
Zhongqing felt even more weird when she saw Xu Ang's demeanor.
Xu Ang opened the door and let Zhong Qing go in first, and then he followed.
Then, he closed the heavy door.
Zhong's heart suddenly thumped, as if he was locked in some invisible hell.
Yi Jian was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. His eyes were not looking at her, and his expression was calm. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, which was slowly steaming.
Xu Ang walked up to him and bent down: "Young Marshal, Miss Zhong is here."
Yi Jian just raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at Xu Ang. Xu Ang hesitated a little. He stood there, eating and not moving.
"Young Marshal...do you want to have a serious discussion?"
Yi Jian's hand suddenly tightened on the cup, and her eyes became darker.
Only then did Xu Ang back away, turned around and walked out.
There were only two people left in the room, Yi Jian and Zhong Qing. He didn't look at her or speak, and she didn't say anything. She just stood there, pressing against the door, as if she wanted to run away at any moment.
In the silent room, the breaths of two people intertwined.
After a while, Xu Ang walked in, holding a glass of water in one hand and a box of Western medicine in the other.
Zhong Qing subconsciously took a step back.
Before she even read the code on the medicine box, she already guessed what medicine it was.
"Miss Zhong, drink this medicine." Xu Ang said softly and handed him the medicine and water.
Zhongqing didn't answer, but her face turned completely pale. Last night, he said that he would wait until the child was born before talking, which turned out to be exactly what he meant.
She... shook her head, knowing clearly what kind of medicine it was, but she still wanted to ask with a glimmer of hope: "What kind of medicine is this? I'm not sick, why do I need to take medicine?"
