Ling Chuxia was dazedly held in Shi Che’s embrace, his scorching body heat enveloping her, his voice low and gentle, slowly calling her back from her fear.
Ling Chuxia’s eyes slowly moved around, and her consciousness finally returned to her mind.
Had she had a nightmare again?
Had she dreamt of that child again?
Recalling this, the mournful voice echoed in her ears again, making her body shiver uncontrollably.
Shi Che felt her trembling and thought she was still scared, so he wrapped his arms tighter around her, his voice even gentler, "Chuxia, don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Ling Chuxia slowly lifted her head up; Shi Che’s handsome face was incredibly close, his dark brown eyes intently staring at her, his gaze as profound as ever, but she could feel his concern and care.
Seeing Ling Chuxia lift her head, Shi Che’s dark eyes scanned her face, noticing her eyes were clearer now; he sighed slightly in relief, "Chuxia, are you feeling better?"
That voice, so gentle, so soft, it felt as though it touched a string in her heart; Ling Chuxia felt a sudden surge of acidity in her throat, she lowered her eyes, swallowed hard to suppress the sourness, and then hummed a response, her voice still trembling slightly, "I’m fine."
Shi Che watched the top of Ling Chuxia’s dark head, listening to her obviously suppressed voice, his dark eyes narrowed deeply.
These days, Ling Chuxia’s mood had been quite unusual; he didn’t want to probe, hoping to give her space and not pressure her, avoiding pushing her further away as before.
However, she seemed constantly uneasy, always afraid.
He could refrain from asking what she was thinking, but he couldn’t bear to see her .
Shi Che’s dark gaze deepened, a frown forming between his brows, his thin lips parted slowly, "Chuxia, has something happened recently?"
Shi Che’s sudden question made Ling Chuxia shudder, her face turning slightly pale; what did Shi Che mean by asking this?
Could it be... he knew she was pregnant?
No, it was impossible; he couldn’t know about the pregnancy. She shouldn’t scare herself.
Ling Chuxia clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, forced a slight smile, and then looked up at Shi Che, "What could possibly happen to me?"
She ultimately couldn’t meet Shi Che’s gaze; her head was still slightly bowed, her eyes only reaching his chin.
Shi Che watched the depths of Ling Chuxia’s eyes, his gaze profound; in front of him, Ling Chuxia was almost transparent—how could she possibly hide her emotions from him?
Shi Che’s hand suddenly grasped her chin, forcing her to lift her head; Ling Chuxia’s eyes, caught off guard, met Shi Che’s intense gaze.
That penetrating look seemed to see right through her at a glance. Ling Chuxia’s heart trembled fiercely, and her body shook even more.
Realizing Ling Chuxia’s fear and evasion, Shi Che’s hand paused, a trace of sadness crossing his eyes.
He thought that by now, at least, Ling Chuxia would not be so afraid of him, but to his disappointment, she was still afraid...
The hand holding Ling Chuxia’s chin stiffened, slowly loosening; his fists clenched gradually, he slowly spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Chuxia, you can tell me if there’s anything on your mind, I... we are husband and wife."