The candles were dim, and before I knew it, the second watch had passed.
Luojia was waiting by the bed, feeling very tired, but not sleepy at all.
On the bed, Fang Fei looked pale, with bloody bite marks on her lips, and her hair was very messy.
He sighed softly and grabbed her hand. He really didn't expect that she would encounter such danger in the palace. It was not strange in his heart. His son's behavior today was so strange. Why was Fang Fei assassinated?
?Why did the son catch up so coincidentally?
His heart trembled, did his son know anything in advance?
All the doubts can be solved once Fangfei wakes up.
However, Fangfei never woke up.
At the third watch, Luo Jia finally couldn't stand it any longer. He took off his coat, went to bed gently, and lay down next to her. He carefully checked her wound. Fortunately, it was not serious. She frowned tightly in her sleep.
His lips moved slightly, not knowing what to say in his sleep.
As soon as his hand reached out and touched her, she immediately grabbed his hand firmly out of habit, and pulled down a corner of his pajamas. This was her habitual posture, every time she was frightened.
, always attached to me like this, like a lost child.
I feel so pity and anger in my heart, what is this? The last time I got pregnant, I hurt Xiao Lian because I favored her. This time, she was assassinated for no reason.
I simply don’t dare to think back on that feeling of being on tenterhooks.
He turned sideways and gently pushed away a strand of messy hair from her forehead, revealing her pale forehead. He gently stroked her face and sighed: "Oh, little thing, it's all my fault.
You suffered like this."
He turned his face slightly, leaned against her face, felt the warm breath on her body, and said to himself, "Little one, this time, you and the child must be well, and there must be no more problems."
He sighed and was about to fall asleep, but he heard her cry in a daze, her voice so sharp: