Quietly watching the boy lying on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, sleeping very restlessly, Qin Zhan frowned slightly, raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's cheek, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead bit by bit.
Suddenly, the boy started to struggle, his uneasy eyelashes fluttering slightly, casting shadows on his cheeks that sometimes grew and shrank. His pale lips slightly parted and he started rambling incoherently, "Mom! Don't touch my mom... Run! Xiaoyuan, run!"
Watching Bi Xia in this state, the phoenix eyes flashed with heartache. Qin Zhan tightly held Bi Xia's small hand and softly said, "Little Nine, Little Nine, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
"I am not a bastard, not..."
"Don't want daddy, mommy, don't cry, don't cry... I will protect you from now on..." I will protect you...
