"You call your own child a little brat? Then wouldn't that make you an old brat?"
Lu Qing looked at Qin Miaomiao, who was teasing him. Suddenly, he stepped forward, pressed his forehead against hers, and said word by word:
"Miaomiao, you're okay. That's such a relief."
He couldn't tell her how terrified he was at that moment, afraid that she might just leave him like that.
In his entire life, he had never been so scared. Never.
Qin Miaomiao held his hand in return, smiled, and said:
"With you here, how could I bear to die? I still want to spend a lifetime with you."
"A lifetime means a whole lifetime—not a day less, not even an hour."
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
Mr. Jiu and Xiao Chen walked in, and seeing her like this, they both sighed in relief. Lu Qing stepped aside, and Mr. Jiu sat by the bedside.
His face looked older, and this man who had been tough his whole life now quietly had reddened eyes when looking at her. But soon, he hid it.
