If Song Qinghuan dies, Shi Yuhuan can't live either.

Song Qinghuan chuckled lightly upon hearing this, leaving the cinema with her arms wrapped around Shi Yuhuan. But only she herself knew, she too, like a little girl, was shedding tears.

Except, her heart was what was crying.

The second place Song Qinghuan wanted to go was the amusement park.

She stood beneath the ferris wheel, her hands and feet moving excitedly as she pointed at the giant wheel, before she leaned into Shi Yuhuan, who was looking at her with adoration, indicating that she wanted to go on the ride.

Shi Yuhuan refused, "You're pregnant, you can't go on the ride."

Song Qinghuan looked at him pitifully, placing her palms together, "Please, just once."

Shi Yuhuan shook his head, still refusing, "...."

Song Qinghuan stared at him brightly, "I'll be fine with you here, because I trust you, you'll protect me."

Shi Yuhuan gazed at her decisively, his eyes profoundly deep.

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded, and then led Song Qinghuan to the ferris wheel.