"And it's warmer over there; it's good for your body too." Loh Minxian gently reached out, pulling her into his embrace.
He already knew that the miscarriage a few years ago had greatly harmed her body. Every winter her hands and feet would get cold, and they'd usually remain cold even until midnight when she slept.
Jing Xianjun lowered her eyes, hiding the tears: "Okay."
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Loh Minxian was joyfully preparing for the holiday, during which Jian Xi called several times to offer her regards. Upon learning that he and Jing Xianjun had reconciled, she felt very relieved.
After booking the tickets and packing up, he was just about to head out when another incident occurred.
"Ah Xian, something terrible has happened! A fan couldn't handle the shock of your marriage and attempted suicide by cutting her wrists."
"What?" The luggage in Loh Minxian's hand fell to the ground, his face turning pale, his hand shaking while holding the phone.
