He took off his suit jacket, picked up a screwdriver, and started assembling the crib for her on the spot.
She crouched beside him, lying on the floor, occasionally offering her opinions.
She was filled with happy anticipation for the child soon to be born.
"Qiqi, actually..."
He hesitated for a long time but still didn't say what was on his mind.
He was uncertain whether those illusory joys might eventually harm her.
If she had high hopes, disappointment was bound to come one day.
If that day really came, would she fall apart?
"What's the matter, Brother Siyuan? You're stammering. You're not trying to persuade me to give up like He Ziting, are you? I don't believe it. Listen, loved ones share a deep connection. Even if it's not me receiving those gifts, I know he is still alive; I can sense his presence."
She smiled faintly, her smile still captivating.
"Ha... it's nothing, just want to say, you can't always think about him; you should consider yourself more."
"I know!"
