Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan looked at him, suddenly thought of something, and asked anxiously: "Child..."

Shi Yuhan shook her hand, his cold and frosty expression completely softened, and said softly, "The child is okay."

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan relaxed completely.

But then she thought of Han Qianqian again, thinking of the child lost because of her, guilt once again occupied her heart, she put her face on her palm with some sadness.

Shi Yuhan looked at her distressedly and stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms. The skeletal and beautifully-lined hand gently followed her back, seemingly comforting.

After a while, Song Qinghuan lightly raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do you... do you want to say something to me? If you have, just say it directly."

When Yuhan's thin lips were tight, he couldn't say a word.

Her eyes flowed coldly, and after a moment of sinking, she said slowly: "You said you are going to Q City, and you will go back to Q City in two days. You will go with him then."

Song Qinghuan wrapped his arms tightly, stiffening slightly.

She looked at him with a smile, and asked softly: "Do you want me to go?"

Shi Yuhan: "..."

Of course not! How could he want her to go, but he must let her go.

Song Qinghuan's eyes drooped slightly, his hands clenched his shoulders, and his voice trembling gently: "When you stay away from the cold, I'm really sad... so sad, because I... I killed a child who has not yet been born. !"

She cried and said softly: "Suddenly I was so scared, especially scared, I was scared of my child..."

Hand, gently stroked his belly, tears fell one by one like broken pearls.

"No, the child's business has nothing to do with you!" Shi Yuhan leaned over to hug her, but was wrapped around her neck with her arms.

He said softly, but Song Qinghuan only regarded him as comforting himself.

She shook her head gently to him: "It's me, it's me, it's me who pushed her, I'm also a pregnant person, if the child suddenly disappears, I can't even think of the kind of pain."

"It's not you," Shi Yuhan said in a low voice, her thin lips gently rubbing her hair, "Trust me, don't have any guilt or burden, not for me, not for yourself, for our children, to have fun. Heart, happy."

Song Qinghuan smiled bitterly. With a life on her hand, how could she be happy at will!

Her hands and feet were very cold, and Shi Yuhan could vaguely feel the sadness and fear in her heart.

Shi Yuhan kissed her profile lightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if the sky falls, I'm still there."

This made Song Qinghuan's eyes fall down again.

She bit her lip and looked at him, and asked him, "Can you let me go to Q City and let me stay with you".

But she couldn't say anything, biting her lip to hold back.

She realized that her dependence on Shi Yuhan far exceeded her love for him in her heart.

Love him, and rely more on him, and also don't want him to worry about her because of her.

Go to Q city, go to Q city.

She believed that when Yuhan handled everything well, she would definitely come to Q City to pick her up. At that time, it would be impossible for anyone or anything to separate them.

In Shi Yuhan's arms, Song Qinghuan leaned back to sleep, but she still didn't let go of herself, just entangled Shi Yuhan in this way, like a fragile child.