He just looked at her, his gaze deep and profound…
The whole morning, he never left, silently sitting by the bedside.
She lay with her eyes closed, her small face covered with tear stains, muddled as if in a dream, yet constantly murmuring.
"It hurts, baby, don't leave, don't leave…"
Her voice was light and soft, like sleep-talking, yet spoken so sincerely, each word seemed like a call from the soul.
The child left, taking away everything she had.
Her small hand tightly gripped the sheets, holding on with great force.
"Qiqi…"
He called softly twice, but she had no reaction at all.
Still immersed in her own pain, he reached out to feel her forehead; it was burning hot.
He hurriedly ran out, "Nurse… Doctor…"
A few minutes later, a nurse and doctor rushed in.
The doctor took Li Jiaqi's temperature and checked her body…
