"Definitely... definitely keep her safe."
The last sentence was a sincere request.
The heavy tone and intense, raspy voice made Xiang Yiqing's heart also shudder.
Before he knew Ji Anning, he had not realized that there was someone in the world who could influence Ji Chicheng's heart so profoundly.
His gaze uncontrollably drifted to Ji Anning's pale face, her wet eyelashes, her pale lips.
Such a beautiful girl, heaven must be watching over her.
...
"The child..."
She had the longest, most terrible nightmare, dreaming she was bleeding profusely, dreaming that the child was gone.
Ji Anning was so startled that she suddenly opened her eyes and, gathering strength from who knows where, instantly sat up, anxiously looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her gaze slowly focusing from far to near.
