Tears, like pearls off a string, rolled down.
They were so fragile.
How had she the courage to flee to the farthest north to hide?
Xu Jingxi stared at the pitiful lips of the young pregnant woman, stained with someone's blood that hadn't fully clotted, giving a sense of utter fragility.
Oh, he had bitten her.
He had bitten her so badly that the blood was still oozing.
The man, heart aching, bent his back to lean in closely, gently rubbed the bloodstain with the pad of his finger, his touch so tender, it was almost like a light brush, "Be good, give birth."
At that moment, she shook her head, stubbornly.
Xu Jingxi, as if he hadn't seen her shake her head, grabbed her chin to stop her motion, almost forcefully.