Fu Qinglun felt that his heart has been squeezed by a large palm and every breath that he took was painful.
This woman had given birth to a daughter for him. These three years, she had been raising their daughter alone. He knew that she had gone through a lot of pain and suffering.
Fu Qinglun's hands twitched. He gradually raised his hands and caressed her face.
Her skin was cold.
Why did her body feel so icy-cold?
Lin Shiyu furrowed her pretty brows in discomfort in her sleep. Her shoulders were trembling as she murmured, "Cold… so cold."
She said she was cold.
Fu Qinglun promptly lifted the blanket and burrowed into it. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her into his warm embrace.
Lin Shiyu's tightly knitted brows relaxed at the sudden warmth. Her face nuzzled against the man's chest like a kitten.
