Because Ye Tianxin was scared and worried, all the broken hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat.

The black hair, attached to her small face that was as pure as white porcelain, made her face pale and bloodless.

After taking a pill, Ye Tianxin slept smoothly on the bed obediently.

"Honey, don't worry, it's okay."

Ye Tianxin looked at Li Qingcang with innocent and horrified eyes.

There seemed to be a thousand words in those eyes, and I didn't know where to start.

She was scared.

The scared body was shaking.

Her little kindness is the kind that she has been waiting for so long and waiting for so long.

just in case……

just in case……

Ye Tianxin's heart was full of anxiety and fear.

Her little sincere.

Her little sincere.

Drops of tears flowed slowly from the corners of the eyes.

Li Qingcang crouched in front of the bed, reaching out to hold Ye Tianxin's hand.

He gently pulled Ye Tianxin's hand onto Ye Tianxin's abdomen and slowly put it down.

"Sweetheart, don't be nervous, don't worry, our child, nothing will happen."

Ye Tianxin knew that Li Qingcang was comforting herself.

But Ye Tianxin knew that she knew she was taking a risk when she was pregnant.

Her body simply cannot support her pregnancy.

What's more... She also donated blood to Li Qingcang.

Ye Tianxin struggled to drew her hand from Li Qingcang's hand, she used the quilt with her hand to cover her whole person.

Throbbing and crying.

Xiaojin, are you blaming your mother?

Do you think your mother didn't miss you?

So I don’t want to be mom’s son anymore?

My little sincere, my mother misses you very much, really misses you very much.

Ye Tianxin's tears rolled down drop by drop.

She didn't want Li Qingcang to see the fragility and pain in her eyes at all.

She can only hide herself in the quilt.

"Sweetheart, don't worry, don't cry, don't be afraid, I am here."

Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and gently hugged Ye Tianxin in his arms.

He hugged him tightly like a quilt.

Across the duvet, he could feel her trembling gently in his arms.

In this world, not all people can empathize with the emotions of others.

"Sweetheart, do you know? I always think I'm very lucky. The person I met is you."

In the silent night, Li Qingcang's voice resounded slowly like a low-melt cello.

His voice was mixed with helplessness.

"Just now, when you were in the bathroom, I was thinking, if I didn't meet you in my life, where would I be?"

"Maybe I live the same, step-by-step life as before."

"But when I just thought about it, I didn't think it was possible. How could it be possible? I can't live without you.

Li Qingcang lowered his head and kissed the back of Ye Tianxin's head.

"If people have past and present lives, I believe that our past lives must be together."

Hearing Li Qingcang's words, Ye Tianxin's tears flowed more violently.

The tears, with a slightly salty taste, fell into her lips.

That kind of taste is the taste of life.

Destiny is always like this, always giving you a fatal crit when you get overwhelmed.

"Sweetheart, my life cannot be without you, so if you feel scared or sad at this time, then please breathe at me..."

Li Qingcang hugged Ye Tianxin hard.

Hold tightly, hold her hard, as if to embed her into her body.