She had their baby in her belly and couldn't stand much stimulation, so he had to pick up something important to tell her.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine......" Su Zhinian said as he raised his hand, wanting to touch her face, but halfway up, it fell back heavily on his knee.

He continued to raise his arm, but his fingertips moved slightly, and the arm never left his knee, he could only frown and give up, squeezing a smile at her reluctantly, and said in a very soft tone: "...... Take care of your body......"

His laughter made her heart sour, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

You're not alone right now...... I'm not afraid that something will happen to the baby, I'm more afraid that you will hurt yourself......" Su Zhinian's words were very difficult, and every time his lips moved, blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian like this, where did she still have the heart to investigate why he was injured for no reason, she cried like a child, raised her hand to cover his mouth, and naively thought that as long as this way, she could stop the blood that kept flowing from the corners of his lips.

But her fingertips were soon stained red, and he coughed heavily, and she felt that her palms were covered with a warm sticky.

He coughed and moved his lips, wanting to continue talking, but she shook her head and stopped him: "Don't speak, Su Zhinian, don't talk......"

As she spoke, she lowered her head to find her phone and dialed 110.

Almost in a pleading tone, she told 110 where they were.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingchun could clearly see that Su Zhinian's breathing had become a little weak, and his eyelids began to droop slightly.

She was afraid that he would close his eyes and leave her completely, she almost desperately grabbed his hand, looking for all kinds of words to tell her, the more panicked, the more she found that she was running out of words, she finally thought that he had just raised his hand and wanted to touch her face, so she picked up his arm and put his hand on her cheek: "Su Zhinian, don't you want to touch my face?" You touch, you touch ......"

The softness and wetness in the palm of his hand made his eyelids move slightly, and he opened a slit again, he looked at her who was crying pear blossoms with rain, and slightly bent the corners of his lips, so that he was weak and gentle, which made Song Qingchun's heart hurt to the extreme.

She had faced his indifferent and detached appearance countless times, thinking about what kind of situation he would be like when he was as warm as jade, but she didn't expect that when she saw him as warm as jade, she was in such a tragic picture.

Su Zhinian ...... "She could just love him openly, she was afraid that he would suddenly leave, she opened her hoarse mouth crying, and wanted to plead with him, but all she made was a whining sound.

He could read her thoughts, he knew her panic, he used all his strength, with his thumb, gently rubbed her cheek, he moved his lips, and his voice was pitiful: "...... I, no, will, leave, go, you, the......"

“…… I promised you...... Take good care of your ...... So, just, just, sort of...... Even if it's death, it won't take me away from you......"

"Wait, wait...... Waiting for ......" The last word "I" was not spoken, and Su Zhinian's hand fell from Song Qingchun's palm.