Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

While Li Xiaoqian was meticulously scheming, Zhan Yan was still recuperating and drinking the nauseating Chinese medicine every day. She didn't even eat the cold food anymore, and continued to sleep on time every day, waking up on time and secretly reading some books on nurturing.

"Zhan Yan, can I come in?" Someone knocked on the bedroom door, and Wei Jingnian's voice came out.

At this time, Zhan Yan was sitting on the headboard, quickly stuffing the book under the blanket. "Dad, come in."

"Yan Yan, are you still awake?" Wei Jingnian walked in, holding a cup of warm milk.

"Thank you, Dad." Zhan Yan took the milk, drank two mouthfuls, and put it aside. The hand hidden under the blanket tightly clenched. She was a bit nervous, perhaps she was afraid of being a thief. She had been trembling with fear ever since, afraid that her parents would discover that she wanted to take the risk of having a child.

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