They have actually done a lot, from spring to summer to autumn and winter, everything is available.

Chu Hongji looked at the little clothes folded beside her, sighed inwardly, and said helplessly: "The child grows too fast and must make a batch of new ones every year. Unfortunately, no matter how fast I do it, at most I can only do enough clothes for her when she was two years old. As for the future..."

She paused and didn't say anything further.

After hearing what she said, Ling Xi felt sad.

Seeing her today, her face was much worse than yesterday. Ling Xi knew that her condition could no longer be reversed and she could still hold on, but she was barely holding on with her own will.

However, when Chu Hongji saw her look dim, she couldn't help but smile and comforted her: "Mom said casually, don't take it to heart, let's continue."

She was not willing to waste any time. She has only made more than ten sets and is still short of many small things that she has not prepared.

After thinking about it, she said, "You make the two sets of clothes on the design drawing first. I will make some socks and gloves for Xiaobao in the next few days."

Ling Xi nodded, all of them needed to be used, but she was not as careful as Chu Hong Jixin and thought so completely.

Leng Qing sat next to the coffee table, her eyes never moved away from Ling Xi's face.

When he saw her looking at Xiaoyun, his expression of excitement and expectation was so painful that he almost forgot his breathing.

The child in her belly is probably his, but like Chu Han, they all know very well that in their lives, the child can only exist in dreams forever.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ling Xi suddenly raised the princess skirt in his hand, looked at Leng Qing, and smiled and said, “Come here to see if the skirt I made looks good, hurry up.”

It was the princess dress she designed, the one she had been most satisfied with so far.

She raised her skirt and showed it in front of Leng Qing, looking at him and said, "Look, I plan to let the baby wear this skirt when we get married and be a flower girl."

"What is a flower boy?" Leng Qing took away all the expressions she shouldn't have, walked to the bed, and looked at the clothes in her hand.

"When we get married, the baby will follow us, take a small flower basket and shower the flowers all the way, and bless us. This is the flower boy."

She raised the skirt in her hand again, looked up at him, her eyes full of anticipation: "Is it good-looking? Give me some advice, do you want to improve it?"

The deserted gaze moved away from her face with difficulty and landed on the small skirt in her hand.

So small, at most a little wider than his palm, such a weak life, so heartbreaking fragility... His chest was blocked, and his heart felt a bit sad and heart-warming.

"It's too...exposed." He overflowed these words with difficulty, and his breathing became heavier in an instant.

Before I saw the clothes, I never knew that I was so expecting such a little baby in my life. She was wearing beautiful clothes and swaying in front of him, calling him sweetly "Dad".

She might be as beautiful and cute as Li'er, wearing the clothes her mother sewed for her, dancing happily, singing soft songs...

The big palm fell on his chest unconsciously, and it hurt so much that he felt like he was twitching.

"Where has it been exposed?" Ling Xi did not notice his strangeness at all. He still raised the princess dress in his hand, and a sweet smile on his lips: "What do you guys like you know? Let your baby wear it for you to see, and it will definitely make your eyes shine."

She took the skirt back into her arms, and carefully brushed her slender fingertips over it. When she looked at it, she was like looking at a rare treasure:

"If the baby knew that it was designed and sewn by her mother for her, she would be very happy."

When she thought of the child’s future appearance, the light in her eyes became even brighter: “She will be proud of having such a good-looking and handmade mother, and she also has seven amazing fathers.”

Such a little baby who is loved by many people appears in this world, and he is shining everywhere he goes. Who dares to bully her?

"But," she looked up at Leng Qing and complained with a smile: "You don't just like her instead of me, do you know? I..."

Before he could finish his words, Leng Qing suddenly turned around and headed out of the door, and disappeared outside the hatch door in a blink of an eye.

Ling Xi blinked, not understanding what he meant at all.

When looking back at Chu Hongji, Chu Hongji smiled and said, "I probably have never been a biological father. I'm so excited all of a sudden."

Although she also vaguely felt that Leng Qing's expression just now was a little bit wrong, she didn't think too much, and she didn't have time to think about it.

He handed the newly brought fabric to Ling Xi, and said, "Don't do anything else first. Make a few close-fitting pajamas for the child in the next two days. I would be worried if I asked someone outside to do it."

That is the most close-fitting clothing for a child, so he naturally has to do it himself to make her feel comfortable.

Ling Xi nodded, ignored Leng Qing, picked up scissors and sewed a napkin with her under Chu Hongji's instructions.

In a corner of the quiet cabin, a simple white figure stood by the window.

Looking at the dim fog outside the window, his heart felt like it was torn to pieces, and the pain made him almost unable to stand firm.

That was his child, the most sacred combination between him and Li'er. Why was God so cruel that he even deprived him of the opportunity to see her?

Why can't they have their own children? A child as beautiful and lovely as Li'er?

The fog outside the window gradually became blurred. In the vast fog, he seemed to see a little girl who was only one year old, wearing the dress designed by Lier and dancing happily on the colorful days of falling flowers.

Seeing that she was dressed so revealingly, he felt tight and wanted to go over and blame him, but he was reluctant to let him go.

She smiled so sweetly, so purely, and so real, an innocent child who didn't understand what sadness was, and a child who could only laugh, act coquettishly and call his father sweetly.

He stretched out his hand to touch her face, but when his big palm was about to touch her, she suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

It was gone, nothing was left, only the skirt designed by Li'er was left, which slowly fell in the air and finally fell into his palm.

There was no trace of warmth, nor any of his child's breath. The little girl who could laugh and make noise disappeared, and the dancing daughter could never come back.

His daughter will never come back...

Looking at the dim fog, the pain in his heart became even worse, and the pain made his eyes sore.

His daughter, except Li'er, is the only woman he loves deeply... Sorry, it's not that my father doesn't want you, it's that he is really powerless, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...

The wind passed by silently, lifting his black hair without any anger and his plain white clothes.

The desolation and sadness of my heart could only disappear silently in the wind.
Chapter completed!