He even had their nicknames figured out…
Lu Ming sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Jing Yiren finished a bottle of soup. He drew away the empty bottle and set it aside.
His hand tenderly brushed through the hair on Jing Yiren's pale face which, had lost all its color due to the loss of blood.
Lu Ming's deep eyes flooded with infinite tenderness.
He gave a slight smile to Jing Yiren and murmured softly, "Thank you, Yiren!"
"Thank you for enduring so much to bear me these two children!"
Lu Ming was not only concerned about their children but also felt sympathy for Jing Yiren, who had been through so much pain and suffering.
"…" Hearing Lu Ming's words, Jing Yiren felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears in an instant.
She was so choked that she could not utter a single word.
She knew the immense pressure Lu Ming was under, and she knew that when he had earlier called the nurse out, it was probably because their son was not healthy.