"I've neglected him these past few days..." Su Jia choked on her words, "If I had spent more time with him, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
Lu Yanhe listened to her self-reproach, unable to help but smile.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, whispering, "It's okay, don't worry, we have plenty of time ahead."
Su Jia nodded with tears in her eyes, her grip tightened, holding him firmly by the waist.
Like a drowning person, grasping the only piece of driftwood.
The elevator rose slowly, soon reaching the floor where Lu Chen's room was.
Lu Yanhe held her as they walked side by side.
At the third room from the end of the corridor, Lu's mother was anxiously waiting there.
Seeing her son and daughter-in-law rushing over in a panic, she comforted them with a choking voice, "The child is fine, just a slight scratch on the face, a little bleeding, nothing major."
Upon hearing this, Su Jia felt the last bit of strength keeping her upright finally disappeared.
