Jing Qingge fed another mouthful of noodles.

Ji Yicheng pressed his hand quietly on the chair, and the blue veins on the back of his hand thrust, supporting his slightly uncontrollable and trembling body, at least not falling down.

"Ji Yicheng, can't you eat it?" She called him softly, with a bright smile in her eyes, but in a daze, he seemed to see something flashing in her eyes.

"Yeah." Ji Yicheng shook his head, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept rolling down. He raised the corners of his mouth harder and pulled a smile open. His hoarse voice became lower, "It seems... I'm already full."

"You said you're going to finish it."

"Then I'll wait... and continue eating..." As the words finished, a crisp "bang--" sound suddenly became alarmed.

The exquisite porcelain bowl fell straight on the floor, and the broken porcelain pieces splashed everywhere, and half of the noodles were left scattered all over the floor.

Jing Qingge hugged the man lying on his shoulder tightly, trembling all over, and the coldness touched in his palm almost frostbite her hand.

"Pu" and the crystal flashing under her eyes suddenly fell. She clenched her lips and teeth, and she let out a sad cry, "Ji Yicheng..."

...

Ji Yicheng was sent to the laboratory again and began to experience symptoms of unclear consciousness.

Jing Qingge walked to the dining table, squatted down slowly, and reached out to pick up the pieces that had just been smashed.

"Be careful." With a scream, Jing Qingge's hand was caught. He looked up and his fingertips Ai Qianqian looked at her with distress, "Little cutie, I'll clean up here later. Let's go to the living room to rest."

Jing Qingge shook his head and said calmly, "It's okay, mommy, I'll put it away in a while."

She broke away again, picked up a piece of porcelain and placed it in the palm of her hand that had just stroked his cheek.

"Little cutie..." Ai Qianqian wanted to say something, but Ji Tianmo raised his hand to stop him, frowned slightly, waved his head, and signaled Su Qingge to go. What might be done at this time make her feel better. The atmosphere was too depressing, as if even the air became sad and entered her body with her breathing.

So everyone watched silently from the side, and no one stepped forward to stop them.

...

Jing Qingge squatted at the corner of the dining table, just a small one, as if a gust of wind could blow down.

She picked up another piece of fragment, and tears in her eyes fell out silently, spreading pain, constantly swallowing her.

How could she not know? He had almost hurt all night and had no way to fall asleep. The cold sweat on his spine even soaked his pajamas, but he hugged her tightly from beginning to end, not moving for a moment, for fear of disturbing her sleep.

Did he think she didn't see it? When he was shaving, he hid beside him and his fist was clenched tightly. She saw it. She came down the stairs and almost every step he took, his body shook slightly.

Ji Yicheng must have hurt a lot, it must have hurt a lot... but he still insisted on it, smiling with her until now, deliberately making her laugh and making her happy.

When she was feeding him noodles just now, she actually knew that he was so painful that he even felt it was difficult to open his mouth, but she still insisted on swallowing it one by one because he promised her to finish it.

After all, I couldn't finish it.

And there was no way to continue eating. The bowl had been broken and was splashed all over the floor...
Chapter completed!