"Brother Wen, do you not want me anymore?"
The sound of sobbing reached Wen Shaoyuan's ears, causing his heart to ache suddenly, and although Qiqi couldn't see his movements, Wen Shaoyuan reflexively sat up from the sofa. He was currently keeping watch in the hospital, Wen Han had just gone out, and Zhou Yaxian was still sleeping soundly, so he wasn't worried about anything:
"Qiqi, what are you talking about, how could I not want you?"
"If you want me, why didn't you come back today? Do you know how sad I was today, do you know how much I missed you, why aren't you by my side, why aren't you..."
Qiqi's words, like knives, stabbed deeply into Wen Shaoyuan's heart. He stood up, walking quickly towards the door. He didn't know what he could do for Qiqi in the middle of the night, but he instinctively wanted to be by her side:
"What's wrong? Don't cry, I am coming over now."
