Thinking of that possibility, emotions surged in her mind for a moment.

Her tears accumulated in her eyes, and the English letters of those books became more and more blurry in her hazy vision, and the tears burst out of her eyes in an instant, and she could no longer contain them.

In fact, he hasn't left her at all these years, has he?

He's always been there for her, hasn't he?

Jiang Qian couldn't think any deeper.

But even if I only think about this layer, my heart is already so painful that I can't breathe.

Jiang Qian closed her eyes, and tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

The small hand holding the picture frame has a clear bulge of blood vessels on the back of the hand.

She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, and her flesh ached.

This bastard.

How could he do that?

How much else did he hide from her?

She thought she was suffering, she thought he was in love with her, but why, he had to accompany her and protect her silently, why did he do this for her?!

Did he think that was really good for her?

He's like this, how can he want her to forget about him and let him go?!

When Lu Qingshi came back, Jiang Qian was still taking a bath.

He left his clothes and sanitary napkins at the door, let him know, and walked to the outer office.

Jiang Qian took this bath for a long time, because she cried very much, because of emotional stimulation, she also vomited once, she didn't want Lu Qingshi to know.

It wasn't until her mood almost eased down that she gently opened the bathroom door and took in the things Lu Qingshi bought.

Long white skirts, panties, sanitary napkins, and even corsets.

Jiang Qian was still worried about whether he would miss it, but seeing that he even thought of the corset, he suddenly remembered in his mind that he used to do these things for her. m.

She didn't know that taking care of her had long been a habit he had carved into his bones and blood, and even after many years, he would not forget it.

Jiang Qian tried hard to control herself not to think about it anymore, and finally regained her normal eyes, she couldn't cry red anymore, she breathed slowly and put on the clothes he bought one by one.

In fact, after giving birth to Zhiling, she breastfed for more than a year, and her chest grew a lot.

The skirt also fits well.

After getting dressed, she put the bloodstained dirty clothes in the bag, then looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes barely showed the signs of crying, and then walked out of the bathroom.

Lu Qingshi waited outside.

The man was dealing with the work at hand, and when he heard her voice coming out, his fingertips resting on the document paused slightly, and his eyes looked at her, "Are you still feeling unwell?" ”

Jiang Qian shook his head.

It's definitely uncomfortable to have an upset stomach, but there's nothing you can do, and you'll be fine the next day.

"I'm sorry, did I delay your work?"

Lu Qingshi put down the file, and his voice was very gentle, "It's okay, it's the same tomorrow." ”www.

He stood up from his desk, and she saw a steaming glass of brown sugar water on his desk.

Then the glass of sugar water was held in Lu Qingshi's hand, and he walked towards her, "Drink the sugar water, and I'll send you down after drinking." ”

Jiang Qian stood there, his eyes starting to heat up again for a moment.

In the past four years, every time she came back, she had a bad menstruation, and no one had ever cooked her a glass of brown sugar water.

Women in country M do not have the habit of drinking brown sugar water, and they can even swim in the water when they menstruate, and after a long time, she forgets that she used to be so squeamish.

Memories are like a raging tide, not giving her the slightest respite, surging in all directions, trying to engulf her.

When she was a child, she cried in bed when she had menstruation, and Lu Qingshi also took care of her like this, he would feed her brown sugar water, give her a hot water bottle, and wash her menstrual blood pants and sheets.

Later she became his woman, and when she was menstruating for a few months, she lay on his bed, lying in his arms, and he rubbed her belly with his hands, and it hurt so much that she asked him to kiss her to divert her attention from the pain.

When he held the back of her neck and kissed her on the lips gently, she didn't feel any pain, because she could feel the warmth and security of the world from his kisses and hugs.

She would then hook his neck and respond to his kisses, sucking his lips hard.