Yan Ruoling thought of Han Qiancheng. He had never known that she was still alive. She was alone in the Fansheng Temple chanting sutras and praying day and night, carrying her sins and regrets.
If seeing each other again meant life and death, how painful and sad it would be for him.
Another wave of pain hit, and Yan Ruoling couldn't bear it anymore, so she cried and shouted: "Brother Han."
She hurt so much, it really hurt. She wanted him to hug her and kiss her.
When Han Qiancheng arrived, he heard the painful voice calling his name in the room.
That sound was like an illusion to Brother Han. He stood outside and forgot to move for a while. He didn't even know what happened?
Shen Zhixu dragged him here without saying anything to him.
And at this moment, he still felt confused. Who was crying his name?
"What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear the princess calling you? Why don't you hurry in?"
Seeing that he looked like a wooden man, Shen Zhixu couldn't help but urge him.
Han Qiancheng came back to his senses, looked at him and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
Shen Zhixu said in an angry voice: "You will know who it is when you go in and take a look. She is in very dangerous condition now. Maybe you are the only one who can save her."
Han Qiancheng was shocked. He turned around and opened the door, and smelled the smell of blood in the room.
On the bed, the girl he had been thinking about day and night was pale, covered in sweat, and was screaming in pain. Her belly was swollen, and she was obviously about to give birth.
His whole body was shaken, and he heard Ling'er's cry in his ears: "Brother Han."
Han Qiancheng came to his senses instantly. He walked in quickly and called her name in a trembling voice: "Ling'er."
When Yan Ruoling heard Han Qiancheng's voice, she looked up with a smile on her face and said in a weak voice: "Brother Han, you are here."
Han Qiancheng picked her up in his arms and held her tightly, saying in a choked voice: "You are still alive, you are really still alive."
Yan Ruoling felt his embrace again, with the strong scent of sandalwood, which made her feel extremely at ease. She said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just wanted to give you a surprise.
Brother Han, are you happy that I'm still alive? And... our child is also fine, but he's a bit misbehaved and refuses to come out."
Han Qiancheng hugged her tightly, his whole body trembling: "Don't be afraid, your Brother Han is here, you will be fine.
Ling'er, don't leave me again, please don't leave me again, okay?"
Yan Ruoling wanted to agree to him, but she was so hurt that she didn't have much strength. She held Han Qiancheng's hand tightly and said: "Brother Han, if anything happens to me, you must raise our child well." , don’t do stupid things, and promise me to live a good life.”
"No, I won't promise you."
Han Qiancheng held her face, his eyes blurred: "I only want you, I only want you."
He doesn't want any children, he just wants his spirit to live well.
Yan Ruoling burst into tears and wailed: "Brother Han, it hurts me so much."
Han Qiancheng was in more pain than she was. He never knew that giving birth was so painful and dangerous. If he had known, he would never let her get pregnant or have any children.
He has hurt her once and he doesn't want to lose her again.
Han Qiancheng lowered his head and kissed her sweaty face, then looked for her lips and kissed her gently.
Xin Ruyi said to Han Qiancheng: "We have already seen the child's head. Let her use strength and cheer her up."
Han Qiancheng reacted. He hugged Yan Ruoling and said, "Ling'er, did you hear that? The child will come out soon. You work hard and we will grow up together with the child. I will listen to you in everything from now on and will never mess with you again."