Gu Xuanye pushed open the door and saw Mo Qiansu sitting on the carpet, her face buried in her knees, hugging herself like a helpless child, her shoulders shaking. Her soft sobs were choked with pain.
She looked incredibly pitiful.
Gu Xuanye's heart ached deeply.
He stepped forward, bent down, and picked the woman up from the carpet by the waist. As he sat down on the sofa, he let her sit on his lap.
Mo Qiansu buried her face deeply in his shoulder, breathing in the scent that she was infatuated with. Even though he said nothing and did nothing, her restless heart found a safe harbor and gradually settled down.
She sniffled, her voice thick with nasal congestion, hoarse as she spoke, "Xiaoyu didn't eat anything tonight, just drank a few sips of porridge and threw it all up. Xiaoyu is in so much pain... Pu Yichen gave him an injection before he fell asleep..."
