After much travel and changing several modes of transportation, Jiang Chen didn't push away the pampered heiress as he used to. He let go of his suitcase, raised his hand, let it hover in midair for a while, then finally gently placed it on her soft back.
There were many people coming and going in the hospital. Seeing this scene, they all shook their heads and sighed.
After all, except for welcoming newborns, almost nothing good ever happens in hospitals.
Jiang Chen remained silent all this time. In moments like these, any form of consolation seemed pale and weak. All he could do was wait until she let it all out.
After a while, the sobbing gradually subsided. Shi Qianxi's shoulders shook uncontrollably, and her hands clung tightly to his clothes.
"Feeling any better?"
Jiang Chen sighed to himself. Ladies of prominent families like hers should live unrestrained, carefree lives, shouldn't they?
How could she also go through so much hardship?
