"Xiao Bei, you won't leave me, right?" Yi Bei raised the spoon to Lin Ning's mouth and put it down after hearing these words.
The corner of Yi Bei's mouth took the bait, and he said with a ruthless tone, "Of course, we still have a long, long time." Then he lowered his head and blew on the spoon.
Lin Ning smiled when he heard this and looked out the window. "During the time before I lost my child, I always felt so far away from you. You were always hiding and dodging. I was scared, but I knew you must have your own plans." Yi Bei blew for a long time, but Lin Ning did not see that drop of tear mixed into the porridge.
"Queen" Yi Bei took a deep breath, then put down the bowl, approached Lin Ning, kissed her forehead, and hugged the somewhat fragile Lin Ning, "Xiao Ning, I will never... Never leave you, believe me." A tear fell silently on Lin Ning's head.