He wanted to hold her as much as possible while he still had the strength to do so.
If his illness worsens someday, he might not even be able to hold her anymore.
Gu Qingxin made soup, and she only let Beiming Han go upstairs after he drank a bowl.
The warm soup slid down his throat, and Beiming Han felt a comforting warmth in his stomach.
"Is it good?" Gu Qingxin rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.
"It's good!" Beiming Han lifted his head, smiled at her.
"Then I'll make soup for you every day."
Every day...
Beiming Han was struck by how radiant her face looked, the words stirred nerves that caused his complexion to pale slightly.
He quickly lowered his head, continuing to drink the soup, not wanting her to notice the change in him.
After finishing the soup, Beiming Han insisted on carrying Gu Qingxin upstairs.
While bathing, he gently rubbed her back, Gu Qingxin lay comfortably in the bathtub.
