Probably because of his illness, Jian Shichu felt more vulnerable than ever.
He grasped Ye Qingci's hand, buried his face in her arm, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes again.
He felt sorry for his wife.
He hadn't protected her well.
It was all his fault.
She had gone through so much, giving birth to their child, and he had failed to protect her, letting her endure this pain.
This matter, no matter what, must not be known to her. If she knew, she would be even more in pain than he was.
She loved children so much, and wanted to have more children for him.
But in this lifetime, they could only have this one son, and could no longer have more children.
Perhaps, this was the fate of the Jian family.
Passed down to his generation, the Jian family had been single-line for three generations.
