Dreaming of our children

Ji Weiyang became anxious and retreated two steps, forcing his leg to kick open the door. He rushed into the bedroom and found Angel sitting paralyzed in the corner, holding onto a bloody fruit knife. A long bloody wound appeared on her right arm, and blood dripped down her fair arm onto the walnut coloured floor.

"Angel!" Ji Weiyang panicked and carried her, walking out with large strides.

Lu Anqi laid her head against his chest as tears streamed down her face. She muttered non-stop, "Weiyang, I just dreamed of our child. He kept crying at me, asking me why I didn't want him.

In the sickroom, Lu Anqi lied on the snow-white sickbed with a cold drop hanging on his arm. At this moment, she finally calmed down, her pair of beautiful big eyes were still filled with tears, her cold little hands held onto Ji Weiyang's arm tightly, her lips trembling slightly, her voice weak and helpless, "Weiyang, I'm sorry, I made you worry."