I really hope that Zong Zhenglie can recover soon, and that I can be pregnant with the baby soon...
.......
A few days after Li Xin arrived, Zong Zhenglie asked a friend to get the tickets she wanted.
Originally, he wanted to take Li Xin to the concert, but Sheng Xin suddenly fell ill.
"What's going on? Why did you suddenly have a fever?" When Zheng Meishu heard that Sheng Xin was sick, she quickly asked the driver to take her to the hospital.
Sheng Xin, who was having an infusion on the bed, smiled weakly, "My aunt is fine, maybe she has been driving at night these past few days, so she has a cold."
"It's nothing, the cold might be serious!" Zheng Meishu couldn't help but call the doctor over and told her several times that Sheng Xin must be cured.
Zong Zhenglie was also accompanying her. Although he couldn't see anything, his hand was still holding her tightly.
It also made Sheng Xin feel warm in her heart.
Sheng Xin continued the infusion until evening, and then the doctor came to remove her needle.
After helping Zong Zhenglie get into bed, Sheng Xin also got into bed.
Sheng Xin was about to fall asleep with her eyes closed, but suddenly she heard something was wrong with Zong Zhenglie's breathing.
She reached out and touched Zong Zhenglie's face and found that it was a little wet.
"Zong Zhenglie...you..." are you crying?
"Sheng Xin... I feel so useless! You are sick, I can't cook for you, and you have to run back and forth because of me... I really...
...I hate myself so much!”
"What!" Sheng Xin said as she leaned into his arms, "Zong Zhenglie, can you stop thinking so much? I don't want anything, I just want you to be by my side! What's right?
It doesn't matter to me. I should take care of you, because you are not my man? If I don't take care of you, then who will take care of you? "
Touching his tears, Sheng Xin felt an indescribable feeling.
She could clearly feel Zong Zhenglie's self-blame, but this was not what she wanted!
She hopes that he can be strong and stay by her side.
No matter whether her eyes could see or her legs could walk normally in the future, she would never leave him.
"But..." Zong Zhenglie opened his mouth, and another stream of tears fell down.
He felt that he might as well just die!
Hearing the news that Sheng Xin fell ill, he felt endless frustration... He hated that he couldn't take care of Sheng Xin, and that he couldn't comfort her and take care of her like a normal man.
Zong Zhenglie knew that men should not shed tears, so he could only wait until Sheng Xin fell asleep before he dared to cry silently...
"No buts." Sheng Xin stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, "I am willing, I am willing to do everything."
No one forces himself.
Zong Zhenglie took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to hold Sheng Xin's catkin, which was a little hot due to fever, and slowly placed it on his chest.
"Sheng Xin, I swear that I, Zong Zhenglie, will only have one woman like you in my life... I will always have only you... If I, Zong Zhenglie, violate my oath today, I will
——”
"Okay Zong Zhenglie." Sheng Xin pushed him, "It's late at night, let's not talk about such heavy topics, okay? Just tell me, that's enough. No need to swear, I will believe it.