The rain was too heavy, and He Yingdong stood motionless. The light was quite dim, and several times she mistook him for a statue...
This man is probably crazy.
Early next morning.
Ye Huanyan brought over a bowl of chicken porridge.
Li Jiaqi cried until her eyes were swollen; she probably hadn't slept all night.
Two people like this, really heartbreaking.
"Qiqi, drink this bowl of porridge. Only by taking care of your body can you undergo surgery!"
These days, she's refused everything.
Perhaps because of the pregnancy, she throws up whatever she eats.
So, she simply stopped eating altogether.
Everyday, she mostly cried when awake and only slept after she was exhausted from crying...
If this goes on long term, even her life will be at risk in the end.
Ye Huanyan coaxed for a long time, and Li Jiaqi picked up the bowl, sobbing again.
Ye Huanyan could only hold her tightly in silence.
The sorrow in her heart was too much to be cried out.
