"Qingyan is not the kind of person who is looking for life and death. She just can't accept that the child is gone for a while. Give her some time. At this time, what she needs most is your company."
If she had no children, she would definitely be like this.
They are all the people they love, and no one can lose them.
Jun Qingjue listened quietly without saying a word, but he benefited a lot from it.
Seeing that he had no intention of staying here, Mu Hanyue waved her hand and looked at him with a look of disgust: "Come on, don't stay here any longer. Go back and accompany Qingyan quickly. You might wake up soon."
While he was here, his thoughts had already drifted to his room.
Jun Qingjue touched her nose, nodded towards Mu Hanyue, turned and left.
Perhaps because she was really tired and in poor health, Mu Qingyan slept until the next morning before slowly waking up. Her eyes slowly opened, and what she saw was not the bed curtain, but the man.
That handsome face.
His blue eyes were stunned for a moment, then he regained his composure and said in a calm tone: "Why are you still here?"
Although the bloodshotness in those deep and charming purple eyes had decreased a lot, the fatigue deep between her brows was reflected in Mu Qingyan's eyes, her eyelids were slightly lowered, and she remained silent.
Jun Qingjue did not answer her, but asked with a slight smile: "Are you hungry? I'll prepare breakfast for you."
"Not hungry."
Feeling the warmth coming from her hand, Mu Qingyan didn't look at him, but silently pulled her hand back: "You go back first, I'm not hungry, I want to continue to rest."
Jun Qingjue naturally wouldn't believe her words, but he didn't expose her either: "I'm here to accompany you."
"I won't be able to sleep with you here." The woman's voice was light, without much emotion, and extremely light.
The purple eyes darkened. Jun Qingjue was not angry. On the contrary, he slightly curled his lips and smiled evilly: "It doesn't matter. You will be able to sleep when you are tired."
The implication is that since you are not sleepy now, don't avoid him.
Seeing that he insisted on doing this, Mu Qingyan ignored him, turned around and continued to lie down, with her back to the man.
"Yan'er, do you plan to always get along with me in this way?" Jun Qingjue, who had been silent for a long time, finally asked. There was no trace of impatience, irritability, or anger in his tone.
Meaning, the tone is shallow, mixed with a touch of tenderness.
Mu Qingyan stared blankly ahead. Her blue eyes were moist, but they had lost their previous luster and were a little dim.
If you have a grudge in your heart, how do you accept it and how do you face it?
It's not blame, it's not accusation, it's just that she still can't let go of the aborted child.
She was afraid to talk to him, and she was afraid that seeing him would remind her of the child she had never met.
She was sorry for him and the child. She was a sinner.
The light in her eyes dimmed inch by inch, and Mu Qingyan's heart felt a faint pain.
I feel sorry for Jun Qingjue, but I can't say it out loud, so I can only treat him silently.
However, what she didn't know was that this would deepen the pain and guilt between the two of them.
Seeing that she had no reaction, Jun Qingjue did not force her, and stared at her back: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk to me. When you want to talk, tell me, I'm here."
I am here.
I am here……
These two short words made Mu Qingyan's heart feel slightly sour. She closed her blue eyes slowly, remained silent for a while, and said in a shallow tone, "I'm hungry."
When he heard these three words, Jun Qingjue's eyes instantly lit up, crystal clear, and a touch of joy appeared on his face.