Entering the ward, after the doctor explained something, he noticed the unusual aura between the two of them. He was very good at it. He simply said a few words of instructions and then left, leaving the space for Wen Jili and Qin Jing.

, and thoughtfully asked the nurse not to come in and disturb me.

One leg of Qin Jing was put in a plaster and tied in the air. His hand was also fixed with a wooden board. It looked like it was fractured, and his belly, which had been swollen for nine months, was now flat.

Sensing Wen Jili's gaze turning to his flat abdomen, Qin Jing weakly tugged at the corners of his mouth, half-smiling, pale and hollow.

"The child is gone." Her voice was dry and weak. Her lips were very dry and peeling. With her thin little face, it made people very sad. Wen Jili felt a little choked in his throat, so he walked over and sat down.

On the edge of the bed, he carefully hugged Qin Jing tightly and let her head rest in his arms. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "It will happen in the future."

Hearing this, Qin Jing smiled calmly, looked up at Wen Jili, his eyes were as calm as water, and asked in a very soft voice, "Wen Jili, do we have a future?" He put his arms around Qin Jing's waist.

Wen Jili's hand tightened a little, and Wen Jili's palm was pressed against Qin Jing's flat abdomen. His heavy-faced lips were pursed tightly, and the pain was clearly visible in his eyes.[

"We will have a future together." Wen Jili's voice was choked when he spoke. Qin Jing did not refute or follow the man's words, but lightly pursed his dry lips, raised his head and saw

When his eyes turned slightly red, he looked away uncomfortably.

Qin Jing leaned in Wen Jili's arms for a while, and no one spoke. In the end, it was Qin Jing who spoke first.

"Wen Jili, who asked for the dean?" she asked in a calm voice.

Wen Jili lowered his head and looked at Qin Jing's calm face. He tightened his hold on her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and their cheeks touched each other. Qin Jing even felt that Wen Jili had not shaved all night.

The beard, the slight stinging feeling on my cheeks, makes my heart tingle a bit.

"Qin Xiaotu, let's not talk about this topic, okay?" Wen Jili muttered weakly.

It was so uncomfortable. Qin Jing raised his hand and bit the flesh on the back of his palm with his teeth to prevent himself from crying. Seeing Qin Jing's self-abuse action, Wen Jili took off her hand and replaced it with his.

The palm makes it less uncomfortable for her to bite.

Qin Jing smiled and slapped Wen Jili's hand away, and stopped biting his own hand. He looked sideways at him, his eyes flashing with broken crystal light, and blinked at him, his eyes slipped silently.

Come down.

"Wen Jili, I asked Gu Zhancheng if Qin Shaowan had not died, would he have married Wen Aiai. He said he would not and that he would live happily with Qin Shaowan. Wen Jili, I have a very happy family.

My mother is very gentle, and my father is very loving. My father loves my mother very much, and I have a very well-behaved younger brother. Our family of four lives very well and happily. I even remember the pear tree in front of my house.

Under the pear tree, there was a rocking chair that my father built specifically for my mother, and a swing that my father built specifically for me. But one day, a woman brought my mother to the hospital, and her father asked the director to ask for it.
Chapter completed!