Although it was only a light touch, Beigong Cang still woke up. He jolted in alarm, sat up, and rubbed the center of his brow. He had actually fallen asleep. When he looked at Qianning, she also looked at him. As their eyes met, Qianning slowly turned her head away.
"You're awake?" Beigong Cang asked softly.
"Baby..." Qianning's hand moved to her belly.
"The baby's fine," Beigong Cang said as he reached out to touch her forehead. It was no longer burning hot; the fever had subsided, which was good.
Watching as Qianning remained silent, her eyes blankly staring at the hospital room window. What was she supposed to say now? After she had taken the money and agreed never to see him again, they still ended up meeting like this.
Beigong Cang exhaled slowly, took hold of Qianning's hand that wasn't attached to an IV, and said softly, "Qianning, marry me, be with me, okay?"
