The root of the illness that had lingered since giving birth to Qiao's first child had been treated by a famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and she hadn't been in pain for more than half a year. Now, however, it seemed to flare up again.
When Qiaoxu originally saw Lu Moqing, she was very happy and had wanted to say all those words that had been held within her heart these days to him.
In fact, she didn't want to appear too weak in front of Lu Moqing, like she was trying to gain his sympathy.
But before she could speak, Lu Moqing's tender and distressed tone of voice shattered her pretense of strength.
Tears uncontrollably welled up, flowing down one by one.
Lu Moqing was caught off guard by her crying. He had been trying to ignore her and let her reflect on her actions. But now, watching her uncontrollable tears in front of him, he felt utterly distressed.
"Does it hurt so much? Why are you crying like this?"
