He stood up, holding her waist with both hands, imagining how her waist would gradually thicken and her belly would swell to the point where walking would be difficult. If in the future he couldn't be by her side... what would she do?
Thinking of this, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, it was so painful.
"You seem unhappy, is it because of the old man's passing?" Gu Qingxin tenderly touched his face.
"Hmm." Other than responding, Beiming Han couldn't do anything because he had no excuse to explain his sadness.
If he was really... seriously ill, he couldn't tell her either...
"The old man was a good person, I believe he has already been reborn into a new life, in a good family, starting anew." Gu Qingxin concocted a beautiful story to comfort him.
Beiming Han stood up and held her in his arms. He leaned against the headboard, not letting her see the tears he quickly wiped away with his hand.
"That's good then."
