Tears were rolling down her cheeks incessantly.
When Di Yelei came in with the soup medicine, he saw her covering her stomach and crying quietly.
His expression darkened, he silently walked over, opened the curtain, carefully placed the soup medicine on the bedside cabinet next to him, and then sat down at the head of the bed. He looked at the silently weeping Liu Sisi and sighed softly before embracing her.
"Stop crying, you're crying like a little flower cat, you look so ugly!"
These words not only failed to make Liu Sisi feel better but made her cry even harder.
Why did he comfort her? Shouldn't he scold her happily?
If that were the case, she would feel better in her heart, but his gentleness at the moment made her feel even more unworthy.
"Alright! My little kitten, it's all in the past now. Look at you, always shedding tears, once this child is born, who knows he might be a crybaby too!"