After helping Qiucao into the inner room and lying down, Mu Zhaozhu did not leave immediately, but sat down by the bed.
Qiucao thought he had gone back on his word and stood up quickly, but hesitated: "You..."
As if he saw through what she wanted to ask, Mu Zhaozhang said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised."
Qiucao lay back again, "Then..."
Mu Zhaoxu looked at her steadily and asked clearly, "Are you sure you won't go with Mu Zi?" [
"No...it won't happen." Qiucao didn't dare to look into his eyes, "I just said it, didn't I?"
Mu Zhaoxu continued to look at her for a while, then said, "For the sake of the child?"
Qiucao bit her lip and didn't answer. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer, but she didn't know how to answer, and she didn't dare to answer, because Qiucao knew in her heart that the child was just one of the reasons, and maybe there were other reasons in her heart that she wouldn't leave.
…
Just for that reason, Qiucao was too timid to think deeply about it...
After waiting for a long time and not getting a reply from her, Mu Zhaozhang was a little frustrated, but she didn't force it. She said a little self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, just for the sake of the child! You have a good rest, I will come when I go."
Seeing Mu Zhaozhu's slightly depressed look, Qiucao suddenly felt reluctant for some reason. Without thinking, she stretched out her hand to hold him. She wanted to say something, but her throat was as dry as if it had been burned, and she couldn't speak at all.
Come.
Seeing her frown, Mu Zhaoxu immediately sat down and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
This person... is really different from before. Even the way he frowns is so similar to Mu Zi...
Qiucao looked at him and blurted out, "Why...are you so nice to me?"
He knows that he is not Li Yingrong at all, right? Or, does he simply regard himself as Li Yingrong's substitute?
Thinking of this, Qiucao's heart couldn't help but twitch.
Mu Zi sat there, looking at her motionless for a long time, then stretched out his hand to touch Qiucao's face. His depressed expression seemed to have a lot to say, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into, "Because... Yingrong is dead."