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He had a pair of beautiful dark eyes that looked very similar to Xia Juntang's. But now, those eyes were staring deeply at me with a burning anger and pain in them. He wanted to tear me to shreds, but I was still looking at him arrogantly and indifferently.

He turned his head and walked away, the sound of his footsteps filled with hatred.

Wasn't it me who should hate him? The pleasure of revenge gushed into his heart, and when he felt the pain from his body, a stream of clear tears actually gushed out.

Gently touching my belly with one hand, I asked softly, "Are you gone? I'm sorry, I can't protect you. "

Losing a child was a very complicated feeling. He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't tell what it was.

I'm not a cruel person. I don't even dare to kill chickens.

Those that don't belong to me won't be able to stay. I'll try to fight for something. I went to ask Rinluo for help, to have her come to save my mother. Xia Junchang and I went to the Imperial Concubine's place, and then to the empress dowager's place, so we could fight for her.

If I don't fight for it, I can't fight for it either.

The door creaked open again and a familiar person walked in. His light blue clothes made him look like a clean and comfortable blue sky.

I chuckled. "You're here."

Rinloran frowned. "How can you still smile?"

"What's the point of crying?" Can you get everything back to what it was before? I have come one step at a time, and I do not want my memories to be only tears and bitterness.

He sighed softly, then pulled a broken stool to sit beside me. Without raising his eyebrows, he said, "Hold out your hand."

"The imperial physician said it was a small matter." I told him the news lightly.

He didn't say anything, he just took my hand and felt my pulse.

Seeing that his brows were getting tighter and tighter, I casually said, "This time Godly Doctor, you're in trouble. Actually, forget it. Really, I don't have the qualifications to be a mother. What can I use to raise a child? What can I give him?" I'm just a maid.

Rinloran's hand slipped off my wrist and tightly held my ice-cold hand. He raised his warm eyes and softly said, "Zhiqiu, if you want to cry, just cry loudly. No one knows."

"Who said I was going to cry?" However, more and more tears flowed from his eyes.

He didn't comfort me either. He just kept his head down and listened to my tears. He kept his hand on my cold little hand.

Then a handkerchief fell over my face, and I cried harder.

He prescribed a lot of medicine and placed it on the table. He said softly, "One pack a day, three days in a row, and it's best not to get wet these days."

"Thank you." He went to the door, and I squeezed out a hoarse word in my throat.

He laughed softly, his voice was as gentle as the wind, "What are you thanking me for? I'm also an imperial physician, but the handkerchief has been stained by your sweat. Next time, wash it before returning it to me."

After the birth, no one asked me to wash my clothes, so I took a rest in the bamboo house, and the palace maid gave me my meals.

What surprised me the most was that Lin Luoshui came back the next day with some soup. Before I could thank him, he said, "I just came to get a handkerchief. Have you taken any medicine yet?"

"No?" He even asked for a handkerchief, and brought me some soup to drink.

"Save him until the end, I'm the imperial physician. I know you can't be touched by water." He took out a pot of medicine from the medicine cabinet he had brought with him.

"I'm just a small child." There was no need to be so serious, to save others until the end.

He stared at me with his warm eyes. "What's so great about a mischievous child? Don't think that I, the imperial physician, would prepare medicine for you. Go find some firewood for yourself."

He found a few bricks and built a stove. Then he grabbed a handful of the bamboo leaves I'd swept and stuffed it in and lit it with a fire.

Thick smoke was coming out, and he was coughing as he fanned himself.

I softly said, "Lin Luoshui, you really are a good person."

He turned around with a face full of frost, "You're thinking too highly of yourself. You want me to make you medicine in a word? I just want you to get better quickly, then wash your handkerchief and give it back to me."

Lowering my head and almost crying, I was a very moved person.

On the most bitter days, with the rising of warm fireworks, time flowed by so quickly.

Anyone can see that he didn't come for the handkerchief. He pitied me.

I will live well, there are some things in life, there will always be, I don't want to be sad any more, I don't belong to me can not catch.

I think he hated me too. He was so angry that day, he made a hole in the bed. There was still some blood on the bamboo mat.

He hates me for not taking care of his children, he hates me for having only Xia Junchang in my heart, then, let him hate me. It was originally a mistake, a mistake filled with sadness.