Ten minutes later, Jun Yiqing, who had changed into clothes, walked towards Shen Dunian step by step.

He didn't even glance at the stool beside her bed, and walked up to her with the hardest steps of his life.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, the instrument beside her making a crisp and heart-wrenching sound.

Different from the usual deep sleep, the corners of her mouth did not hook a heart-warming smile, and a delicate pretty face was bloodless, white, as if it was going to be transparent.

The ink hair was scattered on the shoulders, and the scars on his forehead were exposed, just seeing this face, Jun Yiqing felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his heart seemed to be thrown into a blender, and the flesh and blood were blurred and shattered into slag.

He just looked at her and took her in deep sight.

Suddenly, he suddenly saw a shallow scar on her little finger exposed outside the quilt, and he involuntarily leaned down, and he took out her hand.

I wanted to hold it in the palm of my hand, but when the originally slender and white little hands were completely exposed, Jun Yiqing was stunned suddenly.

The hands......

All wrapped in thin gauze, except for the exposed, short little finger.

The gauze was covered with dried blood, mixed with potion, and it was not real.

He subconsciously looked at her other hand, which was hanging a drip.

The hands were not bandaged like this one, and the fine and dense wounds were exposed, and every inch made Jun Yiqing's heart hurt.

"The injuries on Miss Shen's body, in addition to the internal injuries caused by the miscarriage, there are also two extremely serious knife wounds, shoulders and thighs, which did not hurt the bones, and the minor injuries on her body were in addition to the fall and the marks of whipping............"

The doctor's words swirled in his ears over and over again.

Jun Yiqing held her hand, slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee beside her bed, gently wrapped her hand, and slowly stroked her pretty face with the other hand.

Carefully gliding over her wounded forehead, past her closed eyes, past her small tall nose, past her thin, bloodless chapped lips, his gaze grew deeper, crimson, more and more shaky.

He fell to one knee and looked at her for a long, long time, so long that his throat was choked like he had never felt before.

Yes, it's choking.

"Nian Nian." His trembling fingertips covered her delicate face, and his lips opened hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

He's late.

Too late.

Jun Yiqing has never been so desperate, never.

If thirteen years ago, he couldn't save him, it was because he was still young and too weak.

But now, as a general above 10,000 people under one person in the empire, heh, the so-called imperial general, he can't even protect his own woman.

He has always put it in the palm of his hand, and even her eyebrows are about to collapse, making him haunted by dreams, and he can't wait to be completely locked up in the greenhouse and spoiled by the woman, why, will it become like this.

It hurts, how much pain she must have been, how desperate she must have been......

Do you also hope that he can be by her side at that time.

their children.

Thinking of that child, Jun Yiqing tightened her jaw, gritted her teeth fiercely, and closed her eyes gently.

Shen Dunian is like a sleepy child, who never wants to wake up.

And Jun Yiqing is also like a child, refusing to leave her for half a step.

He stayed with her like this, and when the doctor came to check on her, he stood aside.

He couldn't stay inside for too long, and the doctor didn't dare to force him to leave, so he could only reassure: "General, Miss Shen is out of the danger period, and she is observing for a while, and if possible, she will wake up soon." ”

When Jun Yiqing heard this, Ling Yan's gaze converged, and he said in a cold voice that could kill people: "Please explain to me, what is if...... Possible. ”