"But aren't things fine now?" Ye Qingci said with a smile, "Why are you overthinking it? Don't dwell on things that haven't happened. I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"
Jian Shichu shook his head and said nothing.
He didn't even know what was wrong with himself.
All he knew was that his heart felt unbearably heavy.
He couldn't accept anything happening to Ye Qingci or the baby—no matter how small.
He simply couldn't lose them.
He absolutely couldn't lose them!
"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm starting to feel pretty happy," Ye Qingci softened her voice, smiled gently, trying to coax him out of his mood, "You see, our baby is so blessed and capable! He's still in my belly but already knows how to protect me! Last time with Mi Hetong, and this time with Qu Chenglin—both incidents, it was our baby protecting me. I think he's amazing!"
Sure enough, Jian Shichu was amused by her words, and he playfully ruffled the back of her head.
