"Mmm..." Qingqing let out a muffled groan of pain.
Su Yi Jing was startled and quickly supported Qingqing, "Qingqing, are you alright?"
Qingqing clutched her head, which hurt from the bump, her willowleaf brows tightly knit, "I'm fine."
Although she said this, many past events rapidly flooded her mind. The memories were overwhelming, making her head hurt even more, and her vision a bit blurred.
Su Yi Jing was still worried and hurriedly carried Qingqing home. An Jing had already seen Qingqing fall and was anxious, but due to her pregnant belly, her husband wouldn't let her leave the house, fearing she might fall.
Seeing Su Yi Jing carry Qingqing back, An Jing urgently asked about Qingqing's condition.
Su Yi Jing wasn't very sure about Qingqing's condition, but first carried her back to the guest room, then thought of going to town to get a doctor. However, Qingqing stopped him.
"I'm really fine." Qingqing lay on the bed, smiling at him to show she was truly fine.
