Ruan Qi turned her head at the sound and saw Xi Jiu sitting beside the hospital bed.
The man, usually cold and solemn, had long lost his usual arrogance.
His black shirt was wrinkled on his body, with three buttons undone at the collar which curled at the edge.
That handsome face, usually enough to make people scream, looked haggard, and his perfectly contoured chin was covered with a layer of bluish stubble.
Seeing him in such a disheveled state, Ruan Qi's eyes instantly reddened.
"Jiujiu..." she murmured with a quivering lip, "It hurts so much."
The little girl's pale face and her soft, hoarse voice made her look all the more pitiable.
With her reddened eyes, she seemed utterly woeful.
Xi Jiu's heart immediately ached as if it was being pricked by thousands of fine needles.
"It's my fault," he held the little girl's hand, "I shouldn't have gone to H City, I should have stayed with Baby."
Xi Jiu would never forget the scene he saw last night when he rushed back—