The face was buried in her shoulder socket, and the warmth had been suppressed until the warm tears were so unscrupulous.

"I'm sorry, Shu'er."

He thought that his fault was only to cause her to lose an eye, and he had no choice but to do it, because he could guarantee that he could not care about that eye, marry her and love her for the rest of his life......

As a result, it wasn't here that really hurt her the most......

It wasn't the eyes that she cared about, it was that he wasn't by her side......

Why wasn't he by her side?

He wasn't there when she needed him most, he wasn't there when she was the coldest, he wasn't there when she was most scared......

If you are any person, you will feel cold, not only her.

And there are also other people's intimidation, intimidating him not to want her......

How can she, who is so timid, so fragile, so sensitive, accept this?

She kept sleeping, not knowing if she was closing her eyes or really asleep.

Ye Zhichen hugged her and accompanied her quietly.

The afternoon sun was warm, and Lan Xianshu was covered with a blanket brought by Shen Zhiqiu.

Chewing wax like eating the lunch sent by Shen Zhiqiu, the woman in his arms was still breathing shallowly.

I don't know why, looking at her like this, I feel very peaceful and reassuring.

After a few mouthfuls of rice, he handed the plate in his hand to Shen Zhiqiu, but his eyes stayed on the woman sleeping soundly on his lap, frowning, full of worry, "Is it okay for her to skip meals like this while she is pregnant with a child?" ”

Shen Zhiqiu also frowned, "I can't skip eating, but ......"

But Lan Xianshu, who was so quiet, didn't dare or wanted to wake up.

If every time she wakes up is a mental breakdown, her heart really can't stand it.

Even if it has been three years, every year at this time, she has always been like this, but she is really anxious and tormented, such Lan Xianshu, such a collapsed Lan Xianshu, and occasionally quiet Lan Xianshu, all seem to be holding a fire to burn her heart.

She hesitated, Ye Zhichen over there was already patting the woman's face and calling her.

In her dream, she slowly opened her eyes.

I have dreamed countless times, and I dream that every time I open my eyes, the man is by her side, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't speak, just stay by her side like that.

The man smiled lightly, his eyes narrowed very beautifully, "Shu'er, I'm hungry." ”

In the blink of an eye, her eyes were still glazed.

The man's expression was wrinkled, "Shu'er, I want to eat chicken porridge, can you cook it for me?" ”

In the past, when men came home late, they were tired of being by her side just so that she could get up from the bed and cook him a bowl of porridge.

Still quiet, she looked at him quietly.

The man still wanted to say something, but she couldn't bear him to be so tired of being by his side.

Shen Zhiqiu also watched quietly.

In the past, when she was abroad, she only ate one meal a day, and it was a breakfast prepared on time every morning, and she looked at the breakfast in front of her stupidly, and then she would tell her that he was on a business trip and she ate the breakfast by herself.

If she still hesitated, she told her that he called and asked if she had eaten properly.

It was deceived and deceived for three years.

In her arms, she held his hand and slowly stood up, and walked towards the kitchen in a trance.

The man then got up and followed her.

Once in the kitchen, she went to open the refrigerator and look for ingredients.

Her favorite chicken porridge is chicken breast, and she looks for it layer by layer.