"If you can't bear to leave, then you should focus on recuperating."
Qing Wu put on a tender smile.
He Ying looked at her and always found it strange, "Ah Yan, what's wrong with you... Has someone been whispering things in your ear?"
He felt that "Sang Yan" was acting very cold towards him.
He guessed that someone had said something to her, perhaps urging her to leave him, and it had shaken her resolve.
At that thought, his heart immediately panicked.
"I don't believe in a husband-killing fate. Ah Yan, you shouldn't believe it either."
Bearing the pain, he reached out his hand, "Good girl, don't be afraid, come here."
Qing Wu didn't go over, shaking her head, "You should lie down and rest. We can talk about everything after you've recovered."
Upon hearing this, He Ying felt even less secure, "After I've recovered, what is it you want to tell me?"
He sensed that "Sang Yan" wanted to leave him.
She had harbored such thoughts before.
