Meng Xixi felt an increasing sorrow in her heart. She clutched Lu Qingchuan's hand tightly, as if holding on to him could give her the courage to face whatever the future would bring.
Qingchuan, Qingchuan, how am I supposed to tell you? We're together, but we'll never have a child, we'll never have a home together...
Suddenly, her heart was in intense pain. How could she bear to let him lose a home?
She knew the excruciating pain of losing a home. How could she bear to see the only person in the world who loved her suffer that?
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The flight from Baisha City to England would take over ten hours.
By the time Meng Xixi opened her eyes again, it was dark outside. They were still on the plane. Lu Qingchuan was on his laptop, diligently jotting something down. When he saw she had woken, he asked in a soft voice, "Awake? Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?"
