But at this time, this pain is indeed heart-wrenching!

Maybe, no maybe, everything, can only be said to be predestined.

"If you really love her, you still ......"

The word "let go", she couldn't say anything. But she knew, even though she didn't say it, her son knew for sure what she wanted to say.

If love is so much that both of you can't continue, then ...... Give it up.

But everyone knows that giving up is a more painful decision than persistence!

At this time, she could only put her hand on her son's shoulder, feeling his violently undulating body, and she only had a sigh.

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I don't know how long it has been.

Ji Liunian finally woke up from the coma, she hadn't opened her eyes yet, and for the first time, she actually gently put her hand on her lower abdomen - although she was still young, she could still feel the fullness.

Although she thought about not wanting this baby, how can a mother endure it? Childish, if it weren't for Ling Yichuan saying that he wanted to rob her of this child before, she wouldn't have said that she didn't want this child anyway!

She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she felt something soft and smooth rolling gently over her lips. There was still a hint of wetness in the thing, moistening the corners of her dry lips slightly, like a light rain.

She was a little surprised, opened her eyes slightly, and sure enough, the man in front of her was Ling Yichuan. It was he who held a glass of water and wiped the corners of her lips with a cotton swab that was lightly dipped in water.

She looked at Ling Yichuan, there was no madness on his face, his eyes were faint, but his eyes seemed to be a little swollen and a little red. But this bit of red is not at all like the madness and viciousness when he was angry just now, on the contrary, like falling cherry blossom petals, a little sad.

At this time, Ling Yichuan didn't even have the usual little arrogance and gentleness, he was not ruthless, it seemed to be just faint, and a little soft, as soon as he saw himself looking at him, he still whispered: "Are you thirsty?" ”

She didn't speak, he dipped a cotton swab in some water and continued to moisten her lips. His voice was a little hoarse, not like the usual hoarse when he deliberately lowered his voice to pretend to be sexual, but like a cup of coffee that had been cold, in addition to the mellowness, there was more of that deep aftertaste—helpless, bitter, and sour.

And his cotton swab was also very gentle, as if he was wiping some peerless treasure, and in the gentleness, there was a touch of fragile care.

She tilted her head slightly, not wanting to accept any kindness from him. The cotton swab in his hand was deflected, and his hand paused slightly in mid-air. Fingers, slowly clenched, clenched, but then, he withdrew his hand again, and did not continue to force her to "drink water".

The ward was quiet all of a sudden.

Now it's night, there are only two of them in the ward, and the lights are only turned on, and it's very dim. The window was ajar, and the summer breeze slowly slipped in through the gap in the window, blowing the thin white curtain into the air.

The two of them stopped talking, Ji Liunian's face turned to the windowsill, and looked at the lights of thousands of homes outside.

And he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes downcast, his fingers clutching the swab, and he didn't know what to say.