Nangong Chang placed his hands on Su Jingshu's overly slender shoulders, gently kneading them.
His fingertips were extremely careful, as if he feared that a bit more force would make her utterly weak and sick body suffer even more.
Nangong Chang pursed his lips and looked down at Su Jingshu, who had begun to emit a deathly aura in his embrace, his voice low and hoarse, "Jingshu—"
Su Jingshu had already begun to have difficulty breathing, and her whole body was cold.
Hearing Nangong Chang's call, her hand that was on him slowly slid down as she whispered softly, "I'm here."
The voice was barely audible, almost as if breathed out.
Nangong Chang pursed his lips again, his expression a bit unnatural, nervousness in his voice, "Jingshu, our child… he's still here. Why don't you take a nap, and when you wake up, I'll take you to see him?"
Su Jingshu, with her eyes tightly closed, heard nothing.
The moment Nangong Chang called her name, she had stopped breathing altogether.
