Zhongqing wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry. She thought that any woman would sink at this moment.
Even she was deeply involved in it. It was not just a dream, she was also acting.
He hugged her warmly.
He personally took her to cut and eat the cake, and he personally gave her a birthday gift, which was a set of jewelry.
He asked her to make a wish.
She has made a wish that has never changed for so many years.
But, she added one word.
Hope I can live.
It has become, I hope we can live.
He didn't torment her anymore at night, he just held her quietly, sat in front of the window, watched the stars, watched the sun rise in the morning, and then kissed her carefully. This kind of life seemed to be as beautiful as being isolated from the world.
In the early morning, he drove and followed her back to Yi's house.
He was driving very slowly.
As slowly as you want.
He didn't return to his hometown until noon.
When Xu Ang saw them coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief and ordered people to prepare bath water, food, and Zhongqing's medicine.
After the two of them took a bath, ate, and drank medicine, Yi Jian ordered Zhong Qing to rest.
The second before Zhongqing went upstairs, Yi Jian suddenly called her. Zhongqing stood at the top of the stairs and looked at Yi Jian, waiting for him to speak.
"The child... is dead."
He had already guessed it, but Zhong Qing's body still shook a bit.
She tilted her head, not crying, but there was obvious sadness in her eyes.
"I got it. I don't want you to die, and I don't want you to be in any danger." Yi Jian chose to tell the truth: "Qin Ye, he wanted to try to keep you all, but I'm afraid of you...
...There was danger, but I still chose to give up the child."
After Yi Jian finished speaking, she pursed her lips and said, "If you want to blame, blame me."
For an instant, the air between the two people froze.
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing, constantly observing Zhong Qing's face.
How could it be strange?
I just feel a little sad, sad that my child died.
"I'm afraid you'll die." Yi Jian has never been in the habit of explaining to others. He doesn't know how to use sweet words and can only tell the truth.
She was silent.
"I..." I was really scared at the time...
Yi Jian felt like she was speechless, and her palms were sweating.
"sorry………"
He has never been too humble to others, this is the first time.