Gu Xinzhou dodged his pursuit, circled around the coffee table, and flung open the door to the calligraphy room, "Song Zhen, get out of here now!
I don't want to talk to you right now!
If you think there's still a need for us to stay together, then please leave immediately!
Otherwise, if you anger me further, I can't guarantee I won't decide right now whether we should break up!"
Song Zhen: "..."
He still left.
Because he saw the tears in Gu Xinzhou's eyes.
His intention had been to help them love each other better.
Yet now, what he was doing was completely contrary to that intention.
Song Zhen felt that he might truly lack emotional intelligence, as he kept using the wrong way to love her.
There was no Song Zhen at dinner that day, and everyone still had a cozy meal.
Only McDull was more sensitive.
Sitting in the bubble bath that night, he asked Lan Baozhen nervously, "Granny, will Daddy come back? Am I going to have to live without Daddy again?"
Lan Baozhen smiled and said, "No, Daddy and Mommy will always be with you. It's just that Daddy has made Zhouzhou, the Little Fairy, unhappy, so he must be punished to go and reflect on his mistakes!"
McDull let out a long sigh of relief.
He also said, "Before dinner, I secretly told Grandma about Daddy and Mommy arguing fiercely, and Grandma was worried. She held my hand so tightly."
Lan Baozhen didn't take it seriously.
She took it as a child's innocent blabber.
After all, children could always imagine many non-existent friends, like a giraffe standing by the window or aliens chatting with him.
She had taken care of Fang Lingwei for over twenty years and had never noticed Fang Lingwei's fingers could move.
However, when Gu Yibo came in with a small bath towel, ready to wipe McDull's body, he overheard.
He ran excitedly a few steps forward, knelt down beside the bathtub, and stared at his little grandson, "McDull, is what you said true? Did Grandma hold your hand today?"
McDull, holding a toy car high up, letting it drive through the air, said naively, "Grandma grabbed my hand, didn't I tell you? Grandma is so nice, she even played games with me!"
Lan Baozhen's eyes reddened, "If only Weiwei could take your propitious words and play games with you in the future."
That night.
Gu Xinzhou put McDull to sleep.
Lan Baozhen slept downstairs by herself.
And Gu Yibo sat nervously by Fang Lingwei's bed, staring at her pale, delicate face for a long, long time.
Suddenly, he leaned in tenderly close to her ear and whispered softly, "Weiwei, it's me, Yibo. McDull said that today you played games with him all day and even held his little hand. I'm so envious. Weiwei, if you can hear me, could you hold my hand too?"
With that, he slipped his hand into Fang Lingwei's palm.
Knowing the chances of being held were slim.
Yet he was so apprehensive he almost cried.
He foolishly stared at the person on the bed and said in a hoarse voice, "Weiwei, it's Yibo. If you can hear, if you feel it, could you hold my hand?"
So he asked, several times over.
Fang Lingwei didn't respond.
Gu Yibo finally understood why Lan Baozhen and Gu Xinzhou were indifferent.
Because it really was just innocent children's talk.
Yet he had taken this innocent talk as a faint hope.
He buried his head into Fang Lingwei's pillow, feeling self-blame, anguish, and pain, and started to cry softly.
He had failed her!
He had let her down and had not managed to take proper care of their daughter!
Time quietly blossomed, and unbeknownst to him, a soft little hand grasped Gu Yibo's large hand firmly.