Xia Qingqian felt the cool touch on the back of her hand. Even though he was there, accompanying her, comforting her, her heart remained heavy. She simply could not bear the reality of the child suddenly being gone.
"Young Master, I'm fine. If you have something to do, go ahead. I can handle being alone." She didn't want to face him either. Whenever she did, she couldn't help but think of the child...
She began to push him away, but he held her tightly and said, "Qian Qian, I know you're feeling down right now. Let me stay with you, okay? I will always be by your side, giving you warmth. Please don't act so cold and distant."
