The implication was, if she wanted to know the answer, she had better live well.
Mu Qian said nothing more, his eyelids slowly closing. Wen Jiaren's heart tightened, "Don't sleep."
Mu Qian's eyelids twitched, fluttered several times, then slowly opened again. He curved his pale lips at her, and Wen Jiaren clumsily picked up his hand with her swollen fingers, kissed the back of it, and repeated, "Don't sleep."
The blood was draining fast, and Wen Jiaren felt her body's strength being gradually depleted, a sense of fatigue creeping over her. Her lips turned pale pink, and she held his hand tightly, placing it on her chest.
In her heart, there was a strong desire to remember the past, to remember him and their child. At this moment, she had to admit that she had fallen in love with this man.
She put aside what happened last night, focusing only on wishing for his safety.
