"Why are you nervous?" Jing Qian didn't understand.
Zhan Lichuan buried his face in the pillow, and when he spoke, his deep and hoarse voice sounded muffled.
"You said you don't like me...you will leave me...I can't keep you..."
Jing Qian: ...
"Although I can understand, but... thinking of you leaving, my heart will ache, I will feel sad, and I will... fear that the day you will leave will come very early."
Jing Qian: ...
Looking at the big one lying on the bed, Jing Qian was a little confused.
But more is to feel distressed.
Jing Qian stared blankly at the man lying on the bed for a while, and then said in surrender: "Well... I don't seem to have said these words. It seems that you said these words yourself."
Zhan Lichuan recalled the content of the chat between the two of them...
It seems that he did say it.
But it was also because she said she would not give him a baby that he followed her words.
Thinking of his first love not even giving birth to a baby, Zhan Lichuan felt a tightness in his chest.
Jing Qian could clearly feel a stream of gas conflicting with her vitality.
"Why do I feel that there is a qi in your heart that has been conflicting? Is there something wrong with you? You are now during an attack, and a qi can easily block your whole body."
Seeing that Zhan Lichuan didn't speak, Jing Qian asked, "Achuan, why don't you speak?"
"I dare not say."
The man's face was half covered in the pillow, and his speech was muffled, extremely pitiful.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you won't be happy if I tell you."
"No, you say." Jing Qian, who had already passed the stress reaction at this moment, suddenly became a man.
"I'm afraid you'll leave suddenly..."
Jing Qian: ...
"I don't ask you to give me a baby, even if I don't have a baby in this life, it doesn't matter. But... my life is yours. If you leave, can you take me with you?"
Jing Qian transferred more and more of his vitality into Zhan Lichuan's body, and Zhan Lichuan really felt that the tension in his whole body was decreasing. Although he still had pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, he was able to move a little anyway, and he felt relieved in his heart. I am not so panicked anymore.
But Jing Qian was already drunk, and with the rapid loss of vitality, her head became less sharp.
Hearing Zhan Lichuan's pitiful inquiry, Jing Qian immediately agreed in a flash of his brain.
"Um."
Zhan Lichuan:? ?
"Qianqian, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you say that you are mine? If you are mine, I will take you with me wherever I go in the future."
Zhan Lichuan was stunned, and then burst into ecstasy. Regardless of the pain in his whole body at the moment, he suddenly propped up his body and looked back.
At this time, the wound that was already open, finally burst open perfectly under Zhan Lichuan's death.
Jing Qian: ...
"Your wound is open."
Zhan Lichuan saw his wife's terribly gloomy expression, and felt a "thump" in his heart. Enthusiasm turned into obedience, he slowly bent down, lay on his stomach, and slowly put the painfully deformed paws to the sides.
After that, I stopped talking.
Seeing Zhan Lichuan like this, Jing Qian thought it was funny and good-looking, and felt a little distressed.
So I went to the studio and took out a set of needles and threads from the safe.
"It hurts a bit."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you can take me with you when you leave later, it doesn't matter anything."
Jing Qian pursed her lips and sewed up the wound again after disinfecting it.
(end of this chapter)