Yu Jingrong woke up from her dream with a start, and Li Chengyun immediately held her, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell, should I call the doctor?"
Yu Jingrong didn't let him go, held him tight, "I'm fine, I'm just upset!"
"Don't be upset…" Li Chengyun tenderly kissed her, gently on her face, his heart ached as if it had been torn open, "he left today, but he will come back soon, trust me…"
Her eyes filled with hot tears, Yu Jingrong leaned on his chest, her hand clutching her lower abdomen, and then she began to cry.
Two hours later, the doctor completed a check-up for Yu Jingrong, advised her about some rest precautions, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, and then let her go home to rest.
On the way home, Aguai was driving. Yu Jingrong curled up tightly in Li Chengyun's arms, appearing incredibly frail.
In her drowsy state, Li Chengyun gently placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to let go, Yu Jingrong grabbed his hand tightly: "Don't leave!"
