Xia Xingzhi, upon hearing the name Jiang Zhe, thought he would be stunned for a while.
But in reality, his heart only trembled slightly, and then, as if setting something down, he became quite calm.
That feeling was unexpected, yet seemed entirely within expectations.
...
It was in the wee hours, around three in the morning, when Qin Feng's belly began to act up.
She jerked awake in bed, drenched in sweat as if she had been pulled from a river.
"Tang Yu…" she first called out her husband's name.
It took a moment for her to remember her husband was long gone.
"Sister."
In the darkness, a pair of cool hands grabbed her burning ones.
Qin Feng recognized Jiang Zhe's voice.
Her cool voice and fingertips helped Qin Feng quickly stabilize.
"I'm here, it's alright," Jiang Zhe said, her voice composed and calm, without a hint of tremor, offering great reassurance.
Qin Feng quietly closed her eyes, letting the pain overwhelm her.
